I just thought you might wanna see how well I filled out that official garb.

Looking regal? A touch of class, and maybe a little judicious arrogance. A little Horace Rumpole, of the Old Baily, maybe mixed with the mean-assed headmaster from The Wall.



Oh, a thought. Perhaps a deep thought. Perhaps a series of deepish thoughts, all squiggled up and mysterious, looking like one nasty troubling conundrum, confusing the established order of things. Out damned thought! Be gone! Disturb NOT the quiet confidence of the ivory tower dweller!



Aaaaa. There it is. The nasty disquieting thought is gone. Confidence is back, shining like a light from above.



And, have I said that I DO look good in this outfit. It's all light and silky soft...



And feels SUPER dead sexy when you've got nothing on underneath. Wooohoooo!