The signs were there. Once your mind is unable to fight off an assault by Right Said Fred’s Deeply Dippy, surely a more aggressive attack of the anxieties can’t be far behind? So it was that last week I ended up in my local doctor’s… Read More
I’ve just returned from a week in Tiverton in South Devon. For the geographically challenged it is what’s commonly known as the countryside. A place of thickets, mud and weasels. Enormous hounds rub their nostrils on your trousers and you have to travel everywhere on… Read More
To get a pair of Trickers made specifically for you costs £650. Now understand, this isn’t fully bespoke. This isn’t a last with your name on it hanging in the workroom. This is you simply choosing a standard size, a style, the leathers or suedes… Read More
The following tells the ‘story’ of me wanting a bacon sandwich and then going to have a bacon sandwich. As narratives go, I’ll admit, it’s weak. However, it does give me the opportunity to debut a pair of green Trickers. I picked them up at… Read More
I have little interest in becoming a carpenter. I mean, if it was a choice between being a dude in a fluro vest who walks up and down trainlines in the rain, or tarmacs the road, or stands in the street with a SALE sign,… Read More
I don’t need these boots. But I’d have them. If someone gave them to me, I’d have them definitely. I don’t need them. I don’t need anything. But as the festivus bares down on us, undercarriage heavy with baubles, rich meats and rum soaked sultanas,… Read More
