Goading Goths & other fashion faux pas . . .

The B&G don't do fashion . . .
The G does like a nice dress and prefers her clothes to be pink but in the main, they'll both go about their business clad in just about anything (or nothing, depending on the season).
Increasingly, however, they've begun to take an interest in how other people are attired.
There's not a lot that The G likes more than to get really close to someone in the supermarket and bellow, at the top of her voice, 'Look at that man's trousers, Daddy!'
Tact, I'm afraid, is something else that The B&G don't do.
In recent times, The B has taken this to another level. You see, whilst out and about in town the other day, we encountered a fast-approaching group of Goths.
Nothing unusual in that, you might think, although their leader was rather striking . . .
Tall, straggly-haired and pale-faced, his full-length trench coat, enormous boots and black lipstick caught The B's eye in particular.
His brain struggling to decipher the image before him, he shrunk against me, terrified, before squealing the immortal line, 'Daddy, there's a witch!'
That the curiously-clad character in question was still well within earshot - and that his peers proved merciless in their mockery - meant he was a fashion victim in more ways than one . . .