Dress Code
OK, I’ll try and explain this.
The Firm's dress code is so wide that a Japanese whaling fleet could slalom through it, beam to beam. We will let you in wearing any of the following:
- Rubber
- Leather
- PVC
- Lingerie
- Mackintoshes
- School, Public Service or Army Uniform
- Evening Dress
- Bandages
- Pony, Puppy or Piggy Gear (or any other Animal Play outfit you like, including Gibbons.)
- Any form of Domestic Servant
- Period Costume
- Undertakers outfits
- Surgeons, Nurses, Doctors, Hattie Jaques
- Skinheads (Not real ones.)
- National Costume
- Science Fiction
- No Denim
The very simply underlying principle is that if you’re going to a party, you dress up; turning up in the suit that you wear to the office is discourteous. Even if you think it isn’t, it is because it implies very strongly that you’re just watching the people at the party, rather than joining in with them.
It takes a lot to stop a good SM party. They have been known to survive police visits, changes of location halfway through, and medical emergencies, but what can spoil things worse than a cup of cold sick down the back of your corset is men acting like observers rather than participants. And it is always men.
To give an example, Stuart, my former landlord used to do this; there’d be a party going on at the flat that I rented from him in Thorpe Road, Stamford Hill, and he’s just turn up unannounced with his Maglite on his shoulder, acting like some sort of government inspector, act the twat for 15 minutes, then bugger off to his own home across the road and leave us in peace. It was his calculated little show of little man power, and an insult to the entire company.