Amid the gloom of recent news headlines has appeared a twinkly eyed ray of sunshine in the form of Captain Tom Moore, the 99-year-old Second World War veteran walking lengths of his garden to raise an astonishing sum of money for the NHS. The former tank commander, who turns 100 tomorrow and is expected to be honoured with a military fly over, began his challenge to raise £1,000 in sponsorship; that sum now stands at a staggering £29 million and his duet with Michael Ball has topped the charts.
Writing this in my slovenly hoodie, I’m falling behind not just in my sense of altruism but in my appearance. Because in our seventh week of lockdown and working from home, standards have slipped somewhat. In Florida, a judge scolded lawyers who appeared on Zoom without their shirts on, and for every Prince William striking the right balance of casual and smart in a sweater with a collared shirt underneath, there’s a colleague on the 10am call looking like he’s slept in a hedge.
How refreshing, then, to see Captain Tom – Zimmer frame guiding his path past the shrubbery – decked out to the nines and looking pin-sharp. His blazer is adorned with gleaming military medals, polished gold buttons shining, shirt pressed and striped club tie neatly knotted. Dominic Raab, in his curious yellow-on-yellow shirt and tie combinations – an off-note colour when commenting on catastrophic death tolls – has much to learn.