A colleague and I spotted each other as we were alighting the train in Glasgow Central. It's a terminus, so everyone was getting off and she wouldn't have been able to see my skirt. But she passed me a minute later and didn't bat an eye at my outfit. Either she has got used to the idea of me in skirts very quickly, or she didn't notice.
And plenty of football fans about in all those places (except the theatre, they were elsewhere obviously). Not my favourite people, but no more or less reaction from them than anybody else who noticed me. (Loads of them, unsurprisingly.)