I headed off to Kilbeggan Races to try my luck. It was purely a coincidence that today was Best Dressed Guy competition. I mean, that's not my scene at all!
I had the usual wander around the racecourse, placed a few bets, and studied the form... the horses, of course. Though truthfully, I may have been slightly distracted by the brogues and blazers!
When it came time to announce the finalists for Best Dressed Guy I just happened to be at the enclosure where it was taking place. Total coincidence. Honest. (Okay, maybe I loitered a little.)
And can I just say — it was brilliant to see the men getting judged for their style for a change. Equality in fashion scrutiny at last!
When the winner was announced, I gave a cheer. I’d spotted him earlier and thought, "Now there's a chap who knows how to wear a suit." He was the only winner I picked all day
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Which just goes to prove: I should stick to what I know — fashion over fillies.
Challenge status: Still fabulous.
Mood: Slightly poorer, but sartorially smug.
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