A few years ago
I was meeting the mrs at the the Odeon and walked past the night club queue. At the time I had a 'two and a half' haircut and I was wearing my darkest work suit. For some malicious impulse type reason I said 'not in those shoes' to some lad. Who exploded with explanations of how they were really expensive loafers and totally met the dress code. And who followed me into the cinema before realising I wasn't a bouncer.
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