I try each day to dress like a pox-doctor’s clerk: bow-tie, waistcoat, regimental shoes,watch and chain. Such apparel actually got me out of the G20 kettle. I simply walked up to a line of security men and said: “Beastly situation, what?” Somewhat embarrassed they shuffled aside.
So let’s get some standards. If you’re in a squat put a bunch of daffs in the window, if you’re going to heave a brick tie try a ribbon round it first, smile at policemen, insist on a cubicle at the Job Centre…..