I went to a leaving do on Monday. A bit of tomato fell out of my sandwich onto my tie. It left a stain.
As my only other tie was creased I decided to buy some new ones. Imagine my delight when I found out that Tie Rack were having a 75% off sale.
So yesterday morning I changed into one of the new ties, a delightful blue one with little yellow flowers.
When I got home and started my usual moaning to Betty about my day, her eyes began to laugh as she kept looking down my front.
"Is there something funny?" I said.
"It's your tie," she said. "It's a bit...Colin Hunt."
"It wasn't Colin Hunt in the shop," I said.
"Maybe it's with that shirt. It's not necessarily a Colin Hunt tie of its own accord. It's just in combination with that shirt."
That shirt is a rather fetching blue.
"The tie just seems to stand out, like the design is three dimensional."
I took the tie off in a fit of pique and took the other new ties out of the bag. I held them up to my shirt, one by one.
"Is this tie Colin Hunt?"
"Is this one?"
"Is this tie Colin Hunt."
"A bit. But only with that shirt. Probably."
"So I've bought two Colin Hunt ties!"
You see how touchy I can be! Betty was only saying that one of my ties looked Colin Hunt with that particular shirt and that another tie looked a bit Colin Hunt with the same shirt. With a nice white shirt, both ties would look fine and dandy. But I wouldn't let it lie. All night I went on and on about my Colin Hunt ties. I'm sorry, Betty.
I'm wearing the slightly Colin Hunt tie today with a white shirt. I look like a dashing Member of Parliament.