Assuming that I was kidnapped by my college mates, drugged beyond my will, re-dressed by nubile co-eds and forced to wear a jabot (and reminded that 'James Bond' wore one), I would hope to wake up in the Montrose or Kenmore. I like having the belt on the outside. As a matter of fact, I purchased a Canadian-style patrol tunic, which requires an exterior belt, instead of a piper's doublet for some of my military-styled piping gigs.