Bristol, early twenties. My first black tie event. MB, back from a year in America, was already a veteran.
I’d never worn a dinner jacket – state school in central London introduced me to all kinds of exotic people, crime and drugs, artists and musicians, but no black tie. (No school uniform either.)
At university I found myself in a very different world. Black tie was strange to me.
MB seemed to carry it off with authority. He’d done this before.
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