When I was young in the late fifties and sixties, I wore my kilt all the time, in Glasgow and its environs. 1962 was my first trip furth of the British Isles, to France, Germany and Belgium. I wore my kilt, and got lots of lifts. I would wear it on dates, picnics, anything, really.
Now I'm in Canada, I really only wear it for occasions. Any occasion that would demand evening dress - opera, family gatherings, weddings - sees me kilted up with my Charlie jacket. I wear it with a tweed jacket over the Christmas season, and go to work in it. Funny, though, how it seems to shrink from year to year. My med school year book (Glasgow) shows me in my kilt, Falcon in mouth.
I alway wear McLaren, from my mother.
Alan
(Yes, I do have a slight accent)