He is rather staid, and so my bohemian taste gives him ammunition to bombard me with critical comments that hurt.

I know, I know, the best line is "it's my personal style and I wear what makes me comfortable". However, for nitwits like him, dressing is of utmost importance to make an impression and a shirt, a tie and a pair of black pants is de-rigueur among his cohort.

I have to stop writing for now. My hands are trembling too badly for me to type. Which is odd, because I didn't take any caffeine loaded substances today. Maybe it's my migraine.

Ta for now.