A few years ago at the Long's Peak Highland Games, I saw a guy wearing a cotton tartan cloth wrapped around his waist. No apron, no pleats and not much of an overlap. It appeared to be held on by a cheap belt. His torso was covered with a cheap grey sweatshirt. Soiled running shoes and low top black socks set off the ensemble. It was only moderately breezy and he was having trouble with his make-shift tartan sarong taking flight. I about fell over laughing after we got far enough away to be out of earshot. What are these guys thinking?