Kilt

I'd say that most of the occasions when I've felt self-conscious have been situations in which I wouldn't necessarily have found myself if there weren't some sense of obligation or necessity: school plays, public speaking, promotional work. 

But then there are some that have been my own choice and all of the ones that spring to mind are to do with appearance. There was the 'number 2' haircut that I had while I was into ska music, the suede boots that I bought during my New Romantic phase, and the time I dyed my hair red and black when I went to university. In every case, the first time I went out in public, I felt all eyes were on me. 

I supposed there must have been other occasions over the last thirty years but none spring to mind until today, when I went into Preston wearing my new kilt. I bought it to wear at Bluedot in a couple of weeks' time but once it arrived, I felt I should give it an airing. When I paraded it for Milly, this morning, she thought it looked good and Abi didn't change her mind about coming out with me. I think if your fourteen year old daughter doesn't think you're being (unusually) embarrassing, then it's going to be all right. 

So we went into Preston, where we met up with the Minx, Hannah, and Charlie, had a bit of breakfast and a mooch around the shops. There was definitely one guy who gave me a funny look but that was outweighed as we walked into a pub for a lunch time drink and the landlord proclaimed "Now this guy has the right idea!"

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Reading: David McCourt's 'Total Rethink'