If your stage outfit can’t offend at least one accountant, it’s not a look. by Freddie Mercury

You’re saying this like you didn’t wear a crown and a cape to a stadium, darling.

At least the meeting had structure. Some of us are still recovering from the cape budget.

John, you wrote revolution songs in wire-rimmed glasses. Sit down.

Exactly. I came prepared. Some of you arrived dressed like a meeting.

Anyway, the rule is simple: if the outfit whispers, the audience forgets your name.