Fashion-Police, Mayday, Mayday!

Halfway on our way back from a meeting outside Vienna, the Empress and I got *interesting* company in our train carriage. Apart from exuding an equally interesting smell, the guy (the Empress who was sitting opposite him furtively took a picture with her mobile phone) wore an un-be-liev-able combination of patterns and boring colours. I would be hard-pressed to find such horrible shirts, ties and jumpers.

We tried hard to suppress a really bad a fit of the giggles all the way to Vienna by biting into our magazines and hiding behind our laptops.