007

It was James Bond casino theme night at the university tonight, and in my theoretical capacity as a mature and responsible adult, I was required to work and keep an eye on proceedings. Sadly I don't own a bow-tie or dinner jacket, so in order to fit the bill dress-wise, I had to dust off some of my old ska-boy clobber. It's seen better days, but then, haven't we all?

With my rude boy gear donned, and the vodka martinis waiting to be shaken (not stirred), it would have been massively remiss of me not to stick on a bit of Desmond Dekker for the occasion...