Shortly after arriving at work today, I was informed by one of my fellow co-workers that he thought today’s outfit looked good on me. However, this compliment was swiftly given a backhanded edge by the follow-up comment that yesterday’s outfit had been ‘bad’. He didn’t go into details as to why this was the case, and refused to be pressed on the matter, but needless to say it will be a long time before that particular sartorial combination gets another airing; obviously purple and royal blue just really do not go.
Delightful as today’s outfit undoubtably was, it is also destined to be confined to the metaphorical fashion dungeon. This time though it is for reasons of comfort, a commodity which is essential when forced to sit for upwards of a couple of hours without breaks. Unfortunately the trousers that I was wearing today have a pair of obtrusive buttons on the seat pockets, which meant that after a while I was beginning to feel like I had metallic haemorrhoids. As such I will not be wearing them to rehearsals again, as in addition to my prolonged discomfort, the sight of me constantly readjusting my gangly frame every ten seconds or so must have been an incredible distraction to the actors.