If ever there were an advertisement for the awesome power of the kilt, it would be Edinburgh’s Howie Nicholsby. Diminutive and dashing – with a flash of the rapscallion about him – he’s on a one-man free-balling crusade to bring the kilt into the 21st century. Actually, make that a two-man crusade: my conversion from skeptic to skirt-wearer came about with astonishing speed one semi-sober Scottish afternoon in Howie’s company.
Straight men: you have no idea what you are missing out on. Apparently all it takes is a couple of pleats and a flash of knee to get lady strangers flirting with you in elevators, at streetlights, and on the subway. Not being a straight man, I can’t really appreciate the attention – but it’s amusing to think that a garment many men would consider feminine turns out to be as hyper-masculine and full of bravado as a matador’s.
More on the kilt to come – so get ready to drop some trou.