The menswearist in Manchester is obliged to stop by Oi Polloi. I was there last week; it took me three minutes to hijack a new popover. If any guys in the UK embody the contemporary casual vibe right now, it’s the bros that work in… Read More
Buggies, buggies, buggies, Emily’s playing up, Harry put that down, the buggy won’t fit in the boot, buggies, buggies, fucking buggies. Sometimes, Peckham’s nu-fam-fam vibe gets a bit much. It’s difficult to sit outside, swilling a latte without a fucking Lottie or Georgina barging their… Read More
What is money anyways? It’s just paper right? Or numbers? I mean, I know we all agree money’s worth something. But that’s only because we all agree to agree. In actual terms it’s worth nothing. It’s just printed paper. And numbers. Numbers aren’t worth anything.… Read More
I’m not usually one to draw attention to grammatical failings. I have apostrophied when I should have hyphenated so many times, I get tense in my semi colon just thinking about it. Still, I don’t usually stick my shambolic syntax, in giant letters onto walls.… Read More
There’s no need to speak of it. You’re amongst friends here. I know, I know… There’s a number of you who feel the same. After reading the distressing story of me buying an Engineered Garments hat that just didn’t look quite right, a few regular… Read More
Keeping in mind the trifling amount of time we bros are blessed with the gift of life, it’s remarkable how eager we are to twot it away on the most idiotic and trivial activities. Most dudes I know think the best thing on the planet… Read More
