The other day I decided to face my greatest challenge in a kilt. It was a visit to one of my best clients, a Caterpillar workshop and offices.
This large complex is staffed by a heap of people who have known me for over 15 years.

The workshop is what we call a very "blokey" place, tough, beer swilling, football obsessed blokes.
I've been dreading going there but knew that day would come.

I'd 'primed' them a little over recent months, mentioning my celtic radio broadcast, placing posters for Scottish events on their notice board, building as association in their minds between me and things Scottish.

So I turned up, in T shirt and kilt with large "blokey" boots. ( they have a policy about safety boots being worn there).
I got a few comments like "nice legs" (to which I replied "forget it, you're not my type" bit naughty - I shouldn't play the 'homosexual card even in jest).

Overall the reaction was a mixture of interest and unbelief.

The next time I went, I wore shorts, and one of the managers asked me why I wasn't wearing my kilt!! I wish I had!.

It was a lesson in overcoming that 'final barrier' to full time kilting for me,