Yesterday I was invited to Goodwood Revival, a celebration of classic car motor racing on the Goodwood circuit.
The event is a sell-out as it attracts a global audience, most of whom are in 1930s and 40s dress.
Military uniform and overalls are most popular with the men, pleated dresses and tilted hats with the ladies.
There is a definite tendency of fancy dress at British sporting venues as you often see people in unusual garb at Test matches.
My host had invited five others.
One was dressed as a teddy boy, another as a mechanic another in sporting tweeds and cloth cap.
It’s not cheap.
There are various packages but ours with admission to the March Grandstand with food and drink on top was £190 per person.
I have to confess I have no particular interest in cars, nor motor racing.
I had to admire the driving skills in heavy rain in the one race I saw.
With no cockpit protection I could understand why in the past there were so many fatalities.
One who survived a terrible crash was the King of Goodwood, Stirling Moss.
There was a tribute to him in the programme as well as the exhibition of all his cars in the paddocks.
The catering was not that well organised as there were insufficient tables and an outside banqueting company used.
I was happy to guard our table and people-watch as the rest of the party went to the paddocks and aerodrome.
I also found the din of the revving cars rather tiresome.
By 3-40pm I was ready to meet my mini cab driver.