Michele and I go to the gym 3 times a week. I am normally kilted when I arrive and change into my workout clothes in the locker room. Today, I wa not in anything special, I hd just thrown on a SWK thrifty Black Stewart and a dark red oxford button down I was wearing at work. The young lady at the reception desk (every bit as buff as youn would expect a gym employee to be) asked me where I was coming from. I said no place special, I wear the kilt most of the time. She said "I love your masculine swagger and appearance - you're the MAN!" Sure made this fat old codger's day!

Geoff Withnell