“I'm afraid it is all symptomatic of just how poorly dressed the British have become.”
I’m afraid you’re absolutely correct, Khandro. I have a male acquaintance who has one old shiny suit for weddings and funerals and apart from that his wardrobe consists entirely of jeans, trainers, jumpers and T-shirts. In the winter he tops his ensemble off with a short Crombie overcoat from circa 1988. Mrs NJ and I went together with another couple to accompany him and his wife to quite a classy restaurant for a Christmas meal. Five of us made an effort (the two gents in decent jackets, trousers and proper shoes, the ladies in some nice assorted finery). He looked like a dustman.
Personally I’ve never quite seen the point of ladies (or indeed for that matter, gentlemen) getting togged up in their fineries to go to a race meeting. Trudging about in stiletto heels and bum-freezing frocks in the mud in Liverpool in April is not really a good idea. Being dressed like my friend above would be far more conducive. Come to that, I’ve never really seen the point of horse racing at all. It’s quite obvious that some horses can run faster than others and why it is necessary to set aside huge tracts of land so that they can race each other is a bit of a mystery. But I digress.
So, Why Do So Many Women Get It Wrong When Dressing Up For The Races? In the case of those at Aintree (and increasingly at Epsom and Goodwood) in the words of former European welterweight champion Dave “Boy” Green ("The Fenland Tiger"), “They ain’t got no class!”