"It's not funny."
I'm upbraided furiously for inappropriate behaviour. Too late, another burst of hilarity spills forth. Ahem. Learning propriety is on my to-do list; must get to it...
In my defence, it is a pretty horrific sight - not blood-curdling horrific, more Vivienne Westwood in the guise of Man at C&A.
"Where did you get that?" I ask idly, as the laughter subsides into a creeping fear that this may be serious.
"It's just a sample of the new corporate workwear," says my boss, she who must be obeyed, "yours is in the box over there."
Karl Lagerfeld, look away now.