So when I was kid going on holiday with the family to Jersey, I used to hate ‘dressing for dinner’. My mother would insist that we got changed into some ‘nice clothes’ so we could eat basically ‘slop’ in what was basically a cheap ‘Butlins’.

But now in my older years I can see the point. I have clothes for the day, clothes for dinner and then clothes for ‘going out’. And you know what, I do enjoy going back to the hotel room and changing into my ‘party wear’. To the point where I have an audience waiting to see what I’m going to turn up in, and boy do I not want to disappoint!