My lecturer from Categorical Data Analysis suffers from acute Eastern European chic. His symptoms thus far have included double deniming, over large belt buckles, and various overtucked unsightly patterned short sleeved business shirts (which according to many metrosexual style bibles should be burnt unless you are still at school).

At last night's lecture, he upped the ante. He arrived, briefcase in tow, in a gold satin shirt. The state of the art ventilation system in the building left the shirt bellowing.

Just so one gets an idea of what he looked like:

Half an hour later, on further inspection -- I did not hear a word he said about logistic regression and CATMOD procedures in SAS -- I decided that he was a cross between Goldmember and a Ferrero Roche.