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He Time: In defence of the elegant art of doing absolutely nothing

Hugh Hefner, gown prince of the brocade smoking robe Credit: AP Photo/Kevork Djansezian

These are dark days indeed for the humble dressing gown. Last year, we lost Playboy’s Hugh Hefner, gown prince of the brocade smoking robe (he owned over 100 silk house coats and liked to team them with black silk pyjamas for day wear).

Then just last week, Michael Wolff’s explosive Fire and Fury book had Donald Trump wandering the halls of the White House togged up in a terry cloth bath robe “like Norma Desmond”, going to bed (alone) at 6.30pm, munching on a burger and fries, glued to the three television screens at the end of his mattress.

It was this sartorial accusation of being a dressing gown wearer that proved too much. “Do I seem like a bathrobe guy? Do I?” Trump asked everyone and anyone he met for weeks after the story broke.

Well, here’s the thing POTUS. You do. You SO do. It also makes sense of your alleged five-hour working day - which reportedly kicks off at 11am, regularly...

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