I spent the Christmas break, treading the windy (as in oft swept by the wind) windy (as in torturously convoluted) halls and
corridors of Dandy Towers, reading great leather-bound volumes of Chaucer and
yelling selected quotes out of the window at the unkindness of ravens that seem
to have taken up semi-permanent residence in the trees between the southern
tennis court and the helipad.
“Time and Tide wait for no man!” I would scream repeatedly
at their dispassionate mawkish beaks
“Murder will out, this is my conclusion!” I shouted more
than once (Mainly because at that point,
I had accidentally misidentified them as crows)
It was usually at the point when my face started to turn a
rather fetching shade of puce, that Heckmondswyke would appear from the serving
staff’s hidden walkway to bring me a steaming cup of weasel coffee and the latest
edition of ‘Making a Gimp-suit for your Clydesdale’ (Part 1 - £1.99 Remaining 624
issues - £5.99) to calm my nerves. I would sit on the granite window-seat
of the Ladies Tower wondering exactly how I would tell Mrs. Dandy that I had,
once again, accidentally defaced another pair of bespoke doe-skin promenading trousers
during my excursion.
It was whilst I was being given a wet-shave by the upper-bathroom
houseboy that the dear Memsahib suggested that we try an alternative method of
recreation that evening… Knowing my love of entertainment where fresh-faced Sons
of the Empire (The British Empire, that
is) take on the foul revolutionary Colonial powers and give them a sound
thrashing, often seeing them on the business end of a bloodied nose and comically
disheveled hair, she suggested that we watch the splendid Colin Firth vehicle ‘Kingsman’
– You should all go out and watch this film immediately. It is splendid, as I
may have mentioned previously.
It led, as most things seem to do, to a heated discussion, as
to what constitutes a ‘Real’ Gentleman – And more worryingly, whether today’s modern
woman actually wants a Gentleman as a partner in the first place. As you may probably have gathered from the
name of this blog, I consider myself sufficiently more flamboyant than the
average person to identify with the ‘Dandy’ classification. As funds, situation and time allows – I generally
overdress for any given occasion. It’s my ‘thing’… Along with identifying with the
tenets of an earlier, simpler, age, and attracting peoples’ attention by poking
them firmly in the shoulder or haunches.
To my mind there are several, easy things that one may do to
be perceived as a Gentleman. (In no
particular order)
- Never eat until all participants in any given meal have been served.
- If the meal is self-service, serve yourself last.
- Always hold open a door, and in the case that you are holding it open for another male, offer a questioning glance. If the glance is replied to with a shake of the head, let the door go and do not look back.
- Never wear a hat indoors. Unless it is used as an obvious Gentleman’s affectation.
- Realise that a hat may be reversed only under specific circumstances (e.g. driving in an open-topped car)
- Never give advice that has not been requested.
- When walking with a female, or child, always walk on the side nearest the road. When walking a dog, the opposite is true.
- Always be kind to shop and/or restaurant staff.
- Know that there are a selection of situations where it is preferable to come second, especially when it is not technically a race.
- Judge a person’s character on their deeds, rather than their appearance.
- Be able to shine a pair of Oxfords to a mirror finish.
- Admit when you are in the wrong.
- Correctly wear cufflinks as often as humanly possible.
- Respect the opinions of others, no matter how obviously wrong they are.
- Tell the truth, constantly (people get used to it eventually) and as a continuation, do not cheat, or steal – For that way Caddishness lies
- Know which cutlery to use for eating a banana.
- Be able to launch (and safely recover) a falcon.
- Never get angry to the point where you lose yourself in an argument.
- Be able to identify the birds, trees and animals of your native country.
- Do not hesitate to put a suffering animal out of its misery.
- Never start a fight, but always finish one.
- Know that there are circumstances where each and every one of these rules may be safely bent and/or broken, so that your Gentlemanliness will remain intact.
Leave me your thoughts… Gentleman – Could you keep to these
rules more often than not? Ladies –
Would a Gentleman be more attractive to you if he did?
Could you suggest any more?
Indeed, these (apart from banananananana-cuttling and falconry) are all tenets held to by my dear papa. And nary a one was in the repertoire of my eventually-ex husband. My dear wife, ex-Royal Navy as she is, holds faithfully to almost all of the above. She does not partake of the aforementioned yellow skinned fruit.
ReplyDeleteFor myself, the last rule is the most important. Toodle pip!
Agreement from someone as talented as yourself in the ways of the seamstress is praise indeed.. Thank you for reading
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