Laughing. Stifling a guffaw.
"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.
"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.
