Mine is a silver jacket - a former fireman's jacket. A gift from a departing flatmate, its shiny shell has saved me from the thermias at many a madcap function. Hardly a low profile garment, it made it easy for my friends to find me in a dim lit dance paddock, and saved me from getting run down at the gate. If the grass was too dry, a stop, drop, and roll could snuff out a spark. If the grass was too wet, it made for a waterproof (tartan lined) blanket.
Waterproof, fireproof, windproof and dramaproof - sometimes I was a little too well insulated from the action around me. But that was then time to hang it off a speaker stack (the metal loop inside the collar fits nicely over a strop hook) and hit the dance floor/ground/mud.
Countless coats of chrome later, it's languishing in a mate's shed in Carterton, after active service this year in the Wairarapa.
Getting time for another mission...