The footballers of football are footballing a football. No pub lunch today. The topless and loud will impregnate our drinkeries. Monstrous sandalled feet and shiny heads, swilling plastic pints full of England. Listen as you pass. The roars, the ‘oooohs’, the ‘fucking hells’; the death… Read More
Blah, blah hot, blah, blah cloudy. Is it summer yet? Was that a spot of rain? I’ve always found it annoying that the most exciting subject in the world, menswear, is so fundamentally bound to the most eye-rollingly boring British preoccupation, the weather. Do you… Read More
I’m quite used to holding alternative opinions. Pushing against the crowd, drinking the tea, but leaving the biscuit. I think it started when I was about nine, when I decided that English/Australian instrumental rock outfit Sky were cooler than The Clash. I can now see… Read More
I’ve just butchered our newly laid lawn. The rubbish old mower I used chewed up a large area before I’d even noticed. I then bought an extendable washing line, but it doesn’t extend far enough. Our new hose arrived yesterday. I doesn’t reach the bottom… Read More
Super-wide trousers. Sillage: check. Studio Nicholson: Check. Sage Nation: Check. Needles: Obvs. But what’s the story on top? If you look like a windsock down below, can you, should you, be giving it maximum girth in your upper hemisphere? I say yes. Although I’m pretty… Read More
It’s good to get out of your comfort zone they say. Try something different, push the boundaries. On the other hand apparently it’s all about personal style, finding what makes you comfortable and sticking with it. I’ve never quite reconciled these two perspectives. Our culture… Read More
