This evening is The Chap Olympics, taking place in the Bedford Square Gardens just off Tottenham Court Road from 1730 onwards. Chaps will be dressed to the nines and competing in a series of trilby-doffing, G&T-pouring events.
As a thrice Oxbridge reject I am sometimes in two minds whether to embrace my gentlemanly instincts. At my grandparents golden wedding anniversary party, for example, I sat next to a moustachioed RAF veteran with the fantastic name of ‘Cockey Trower’, and just couldn’t compete.
But this looks good, especially the event called ‘Bounders’, where “roguish contestants approach a row of ladies and are given two minutes to behave like utter cads. The winner is the bounder who receives the loudest slap and the reddest face.”