Originally Posted by
teeteringhead
one remembers wearing one to a Saturday breakfast in the Mess as a baby JP stude - along with obligatory tweed jacket, tattersall check shirt and cav twill bags.
Absolutely right until our staish, one Eric Wright appeared in the anteroom one saturday morning in a cashmere sweater and flat cap - game on.
Cottesmore had been so up its own . . . that the livers-in started to go to dinner of a Saturday night in DJs. The club was 'ferrets are go'. The staff then played up to this and we went from informal to a formal with a set time and menu.
One evening OC Admin turned up in the mess for a swift half, saw everyone in DJs and thought he had missed notification of a formal function so he beat a hasty retreat.
Result!