Two weekends ago Pete & I were invited to a “fancy dress” (aka costume) party. The theme? Class Warfare. Our costumes were not original (especially since we google imaged to get our sign verbage)- a banker & a protester – but mine was creative enough to win a prize. It was the beard, I’m sure of it. I’m not going to lie, I was slightly embarassed to leave the house. I got many double-takes in our building & on the tube.