I’m on the fence when it comes to Suicoke sandals. I’m doubly on the fence when it comes to J Crew. So where these collaborative velcro numbers are concerned, I’m on a fence, on top of a fence, on a fence. Suicoke just creep into… Read More
On the odd occasion when I can build up enough momentum to leave the flat and walk all the way to Asda to buy two packets of Jam Creams for 50p each, rather than buying one packet at the much nearer corner shop for a… Read More
I do sometimes feel like a right pair of penises doing these shots. I mean, what business have I to be grimacing out at you, in a jacket that looks like it was tailored by Jame (“It puts the lotion in the basket”) Gumb? No… Read More
You know you’re in a shit hotel when the lifts have adverts in them. I was in Nottingham the other day, staying in just such a place. An all you can eat breakfast for £5.95. A pint and pasta bake for a tenner. I was… Read More
Moods change. They swing with the vigor of fairground rides and 70s suburban couples. One minute everyone’s peg legging about in skinny trews then (a scant 10 years later) bells like me start proclaiming a renaissance in wider slacks. Those aware of Oliver Spencer’s upcoming… Read More
I’m fascinated by Japanese brand Beams. If you’re anything like me, the brand Beams Plus will be familiar from browsing over at Oi Polloi, End and the obligatory Mr Porter. Like me, you may have bought some. But what do you actually know about it?
