So, who was it?
On Saturday morning, the energetic MP Stella Creasy tweeted: “Confirmed sighting: an estate agent in Walthamstow wearing A CRAVAT.” < *rewrites local bye-law to cover such horrors*”.
This, naturally, provoked outrage on Twitter, with one person gasping, “Never! I can hardly believe it”, and another saying that whoever it was, must surely be a member of UKIP.
Honestly, are these people mad or simply behind the times? Think about it:
Poldark.
Scar.
Smouldering.
Muscles.
Cravat.
Nation of swooning women.
Whoever this estate agent is, he has got it completely right. Sticking our neck out, we’d say cravats are hotter than – sorry, we’ve got to go and lie down for a minute.
Anyway, send us a photo if you’re reading this!
I think most of us have had vendors like Ms Creasy. As a junior negotiator I always used to wonder how they got to be like they were, what had happened in their life to make them so gnarly and unpleasant. I never could work it out so would smile, put up with the rudeness, bad manners and digs at our profession then made sure they got the very best service I could muster. The sense of achievement was always so much greater when the words “Thank you so much for all you have done” really stuck in their throats. These sorts always paid card rate 2% sole, 3% multi too; their demeanour meant no one else would take them on as clients.
The thing I love about Ros Renshaw is her mastery of words; ‘energetic’! a perfectly polite adjective to describe angry, waspish and envious nastiness. I will stick that in my book of polite put downs.
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