30th January 2011, 02:16 PM
I'd be torn between making my hair a strange shade of purple-red, wear a LOT of beads braided in my hair and insist on being called Porphyrogenita Poole, or wearing tweedy jacket, cargo pants and a wooly jumper. Sadly, neither will happen because there's no way I can get away that weekend. Damn the inconvenience!
Prime practitioner of headology, with a side order of melting glass with a stern glare.