Thanks Bearish! I also though emerald jewellery would suit it.
Paul, it's not a sense of humour, but a passive-aggressive reaction to being forced to participate in social life. Wearing something quirky is my way of saving my soul
Last year I went to a party, which had a theme - something about space travel (they opened it with a nice show to Bowie's Space Oddity). The invitation required some metallic garments. I just painted my nails with metallic polish and grabbed a pair of golden stilettos, but many people came in metallic suits and dresses. They looked like turkeys at the Thanksgiving party - wrapped in aluminium foil to be put in the oven. One kindred spirit decorated his huge beard with Christmas tree bombs. Besides, those parties are usually so crowded that it's hard to hear what people say to you, not to mention watching their clothes: "What's your name?" - I tell them my (Hungarian) name, "What?!" - "Bob! I'm Bob!" (Blackadder Goes Forth).