I had a dream the other day where I took a job as the CEO of the Sealed Knot and one of my first official duties was to go to some big country house and address the hordes who'd turned up for a battle. So I went there dressed as King Charles I for some reason, which divided the crowd to say the least. And then a group of women from my work turned up and they'd all grown Van Dyck beards. Then I woke up.
So I think you'll agree that that speaks for itself.