Another general hate of mine is scruffiness. I remember when the national rail service in the UK was split up and privatised, and each region got a new for profit company to run their service. We had the usual rash of press releases and events to highlight this fact and each company commissioned a new uniform for staff, to be launched in a blaze of publicity. It is distressing to see a smart new uniform of blazer, slacks, shirt and tie, worn by a monosyllabic 19 year old dope, with his worn through to the white because they have never seen polish, accompanied by fossilised mud stains shoes, shirt tail hanging out over his deliberately baggy filthy trousers, tie around the midriff somewhere, and the blazer worn with all the pride of a tramp in his latest hessian sack. The greasy, unwashed hair, and acne just give the final tip over the edge I needed to refuse him when he asks me "URGGH, YOU WANNA SANDWICH?" Sorry for the rant, my point is that a blank cheque in Saville Row could not make a scruffy, dirty individual with no pride in himself look anything other than what he is, and conversely, those of us with limited funds can still look good with a bit of effort and pride. It is a pity that some employers do not realise this, and also realise in this world of declining standards that the way we present ourselves, and dress is an indication of how we will perform every task we do. Oh and finally people who wear belts, but when putting it on miss a loop or two. I can spot this at hundreds of yards and do not think well of them. And twisted shoe laces. And standing with hands in pockets.