As I wiggled into my tights in preparation for an end-of-term night out, I was faced with the perennial clubbing question: should I take a coat?
Logic, and my mum, would say the answer was obvious. My outfit was hardly cosy, and a tipsy walk home at 2am in December is an adventure best braved from within my wardrobe’s most wind-proof, water-proof and fur-lined offering.
But the question wasn’t just one of insulation – I had a financial decision to make. The cloakrooms at most Oxford clubs cost between one and two pounds: what did I want more, healthy circulation or a Jägerbomb?
A few years ago, the Daily Mail explained some pictures of scantily-clad girls heading off on a night out in Newcastle on aesthetic grounds: ‘the possibility of a coat ruining their revealing outfits was more frightening than freezing to death.’
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