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As a dynamic entrepreneur, I go to a lot of trade shows to hang round in artifically-lit and unventilated halls trying to maintain a cheery and upbeat demeanour for days at a time.
A couple of months ago, I found myself setting up stand in an overheated, windowless room in Birmingham when a thought struck me - checking my suit bag, I realised I'd brought my double-cuff shirts but left my cufflinks at home. Drat, I said. And double drat.
Looking round the hall, I found a couple of short pieces of twisted metal cable which, bent in two, would have to do as impromptu cufflinks. As it's an engineering trade show, I reasoned, chances are nobody is going to notice.
Pressing flesh and kissing babies on the stand the next day I got chatting to a couple of extremely glamourous execs from a PR agency and after a while, one of them looked at me with an expression which said she thought somewhat less of me than a moment before. "Are you just using bits of wire as cufflinks?" she said in an icy, contemptuous tone.
I adopted an expression of surprise and wounded pride. "Darling! They're Marc Jacobs."

It's amazing how easily impressed people are by a name.

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[(Anonymous)]

That reminds me of the (very) old Viz strip, the lager lads (a precursor to sid the sexist) when one of them was challenged by the bouncer at Alphonse de Rigattoni's Disco Wine-bar Fun-pub about his shoes. The rest is history.