Timing is everything. A marriage proposal, a punchline, a cover drive all require its mastery. Two of the above I’m not bad at. My timing with tailoring, on the other hand, needs work. Given my profession as a hoary theatrical, I’ve got three different wardrobes, role-dependent. I’d class them as follows: Starving, Cruiserweight and Leisurely.
The Leisurely wardrobe is for when my characters keep their bosoms under wraps. It’s when I’ll be playing the funny best friend of the lead or an epicurean ruddy lord. The clothes in this wardrobe might not be the most elegant, but it means I’m enjoying life. And crisps. Two of my favourite things.
The Cruiserweight wardrobe is really where I should be — in decent condition, mostly laying off the Monster Munch. That’s for when the roles require
