Oxley had something called a Brewdog Vagabond Pale Ale, which came in a bottle and which he claimed never to have tasted before. 'I'm trying new things,' he said. Including a new suit in khaki chambray that had either been tailored deliberately baggy or had once belonged to someone else. Isis was similarly smartly turned out in a burgundy floor-length dress and matching jacket with cream buttons. I did mention that the opera had got a lot more informal since they last attended, which didn't seem to bother Isis at all. 'Well, I dress to please myself,' said Isis, and clinked glasses with Beverley. 'And I dress to please my love,' said Oxley. They all looked at me. 'I dress to project an aura of confident authority,' I said.