In 2002, Sir Philip Green spent his birthday party dressed as Emperor Nero. Nero, of all people. A swaggering, debauched, all-powerful tyrant with no moral compass and an iffy attitude toward women, whose ignominious downfall was widely celebrated by his own people. And this is whom Green chose to dress up as.
The choice of outfit should tell you a lot about the man. It should tell you that he really did see himself, unironically, as the figurehead of an empire. It should tell you that he needs to try harder to finish any history books that he starts reading. And, most importantly, it should tell you that he absolutely did not see any of this coming.