Sunday evening, the colourful one was wearing a grey jacket with strange light grey stripes of varying width and shade - almost like a curtain or streepmuis. This is neo-grey, of course, and not the grey of the old Ego deoderant ads. Blooming from beneath the jacket was a plummy-purple shirt (I kid you not). A striped tie picked up mainly on the purple of the shirt, showed some crimson, perhaps some navy-blue or black, and also silver-grey for the jacket. Nice maybe for a martini at some fancy-schmancy lounge or bar in a fake Italian maul (heh heh) in Gauteng, or for high-rolling in Goodwood's not-quite-Monaco casino. But not for the news, Mahendra.
Sunday, March 18
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