Jesus wept, am I the only man alive in British Broadcasting that has a grasp of what is trendy and fashionable nowadays?
The delegates this year all look like the end result of an Oxfam closing down sale in Notting Hill.
Jane Root (in flat black strappy leather 'sneakers' and shapeless jeans) seems to have gone native with a Soccer Mum style, whilst Andrew Newman has decided that looking like a Butlins redcoat transported to 1950s Tennessee is 'in' this year.
Has everyone gone fucking mad?! Even The Smurf has ditched his trademark pinstripes and adopted The Impoverished Regional Indie disguise for the weekend.
Luckily, thanks to the ever-lovely Head Girl's last minute sartorial advice, I am dressed for understated impact in a dark blue blazer from Peter Jones and matching jeans.
I'd like to think that I look effortlessly shambolic and suitably 'down' with the delegates in a way that others are trying to emulate- but failing miserably.
And what the fuck is going on with Barron and his Martin Bell inspired attire? I almost thought he was a linecourt official from Wimbledon who had accidentally stumbled into the auditorium.
Have instructed the hotel to press my Paul Smith suit for tomorrow to be ready for a super busy day at the media coalface.
PS. During the MacTaggart James Herring texted to say "be wary of Maggie Brown- she's got an hidden agenda this weekend".
Phew, it's good to know The Dark Lord is on my side.
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