New Boots and Panties

In fact neither of those, I just wanted to use that title.

So a few little bits of prose, before the photos.

It is National Poetry Day.

I will also regularly post photographs of what I am wearing, or not, to bore you. In today’s photo I am wearing a suit, however what I am not wearing, is socks!

You get the gist, this isn’t Countdown.

Could be anyone!

Could be anyone!

So I was a guinea pig. No not in a previous life, however that would make a change from being an Egyptian Princess. It seems that everyone who has seen a ‘Shamen’ or tried Regressive Therapy will have been royalty of one type or another. I would settle for having been human.

Anyway, back to the guinea pig thing. I received an email from Jeremy of Corbin and King fame, offering dinner at The Colony Grill, how could I refuse? I’d get to sample dinner before the restaurant was actually open. Maybe they’d let me loose in the kitchen and I could wow them with my culinary skills.

So I emailed Jayne and begged. I explained that if I could come for dinner as a guinea pig, the gaping void left in my life by being left out of the trials for Viagra would be filled, once again I could hold my head up in public again.

Then I panicked and thought, what if I’d would have been given the placebo? Oh, the shamen of it.

No such problems at The Colony Grill. The Beaumont Hotel is beautiful, the bar; dare I say, sexy? The restaurant and food were everything you would expect from Chris and Jeremy. On hand to enhance the experience were Robert, Jason, Daniele and the fantastic Shirley.

I can highly recommend the experience.

I was chatting to a friend yesterday whose mother is in a Santuary for the Ederly (Old People’s home) in Rome. She is a little older than my mum, but a similar breed. She’s not happy being there, and her main gripes are as my mother’s would be; the quality of the red wine isn’t up to scratch and the Chippendales haven’t been booked to appear nightly.

I’m trying to think of something along the lines of “youth is wasted the young”, and all I could come with was “the mind is willing, but the flesh is weak”. So back to those trials again!

Anyway I have digressed; digressed, not regressed I am still here.

Some new stock, available in limited quantities, as always.

Email me if you have any questons.

BUT PLEASE, I can’t answer questions like:

Why Chelsea sold Daniel Sturridge to Liverpool and why Man. United sold Danny Welbeck to Arsenal or Wolves are doing so well? Sorry Jake, I’m sworn to secrecy and will take this knowledge to the grave.

Well OK, the real answer is; I don’t know!

Blue Gilet

Blue Gilet

Brown Gilet

Brown Gilet

Camouflage Gilet

Camouflage Gilet

Grey Gilet

Grey Gilet

Light Grey Gilet

Light Grey Gilet

Nylon ID Jacket

Nylon ID Jacket

 

 

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Newletter – September 2014

September was a great month, I won the lottery.

Yes, it’s true and I shall donate my winnings to charity all £2.60.

And on that theme I will take you back to my January Newsletter and doing, or not doing month, after month for charity. I will admit I got October’s month wrong. By all accounts we have to GoSober…..

£$%& that….What with January’s month of abstinence and now October, never will another drop pass my lips. Ooops, who opened that bottle of champagne, how kind Vash, a sip of that will calm my nerves.

I was on the tube and looked up and saw this photo, all I could think was that this poor guy probably needed a very large drink once he had finished this photo shoot.

GoSober

GoSober

And if I want to look like a super-hero, it is normally the alcohol that is involved in me putting my underpants on outside my trousers, or slipping into Emi’s red Lycra. This look is so over: been there, done that. The photos are on the blog, you just have to look for them.

Yes, those unbelievers amongst you, I do use public transport; life is not all private jets, boats in the med, expensive champagne, beautiful sunsets and happy endings. Well not always, but I’m working on it.

This isn’t a sunset, but only in Ibiza can you see a rainbow, without clouds, without rain and without a pot of gold at the end, because it had no end.

Rainbow without rain

Rainbow without rain

Anyway back to me.

Last weekend saw me at the Tattoo convention at Tobacco Dock followed by Novikov for a DJ session courtesy of Dan Williams and then on to The Cuckoo Club where the glo’sticks are light sabres. They look like props from “The Singing, Ringing Tree”, look it up on Youtube, it’s terrifying.

The Cuckoo Club was with David Morales who was gigging (note: down with the kids word), he’d been with us at dinner. Us being Neil (Ibiza), Wes, Tai, Tony, Lisa, Blu and Dan, and of course David.

A big thank you to Vash, he said you made him feel like a Superstar DJ.

Sorry Vash, but the similarity is freaky……

He has that look that you get when someone orders a glass, and you’re thinking, look mate you’re on a date, buy a bottle to share with her/him/other you tight git!

Separated at Birth?

Separated at Birth?

What I don’t understand about the clubs like Novikov and Cuckoo, is that no one dances. It’s all meaningless looks, sorry, I mean meaningful looks and vertical drinking. Well the drinking has to be vertical; if they sit down they can’t see over the giant bottle of vodka. I mean there was a point on Friday where I wasn’t scared of the cuckoo; it was the Grey Goose in a bath that frightened the life out of me.

Then it flapped it’s wings and in a moment it was gone.

Glo'sticks for Cuckoos

Glo’sticks for Cuckoos

Use the fork Luke

Use the fork Luke

These were confiscated at the airport on the way back to Ibiza, I wonder whose children are playing with them now? The light sabres, not the motley crew…

Wandering back across St James Park at 4am, the London Eye, never fails to impress.

London Eye 4am

London Eye 4am

The month had started strangely. I went to see The Dark Knight in Brompton Cemetery, which was slightly eerie, but great fun.

The Dark Knight

The Dark Knight

Brompton Cemetery

Brompton Cemetery

I’d like this skin cream, please…

Before

Before

and

After

After

The middle of the month saw me celebrate a friend’s birthday lunch at his beautiful country estate in Clapham. I don’t often travel out that far, but this time I didn’t get horribly lost, I just turned up in Balham at a house he hadn’t lived in for years. I just assumed he still lived there, but it was boarded up, the garden was in desperate need of not just a manicure, but a pedicure as well. I suppose that’s the countryside for you. Well I do go to Ibiza more often than I go to Balham. Goodness I’m so ‘metrowhatever’.

I’ve put this in because Neil would like it.

Scartch -Still chasing the Stones after all these years

Scratch -Still chasing the Stones after all these years

In the end, the month ended with some applause. No not for my latest collection of winter clothes, which is starting to arrive, but a huge clap of thunder. It proved that not every day in Ibiza ends with a sunset, but as I ended the summer there last weekend it was a fitting end to the season and as enjoyable as any sunset.

Summer Lightening

Summer Lightning

And just to end, I will be posting photos of some new stock.

 

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New Trousers

Some nice woolly trousers for those cold autumn days.

When they get here!

A mixture of 120’s Vitale Barberis Canonico flannel or a Cotton moleskin. Priced from £150 to £175.

There will be more to come.

Blue and Brown Check Flannel

Blue and Brown Check Flannel

Dark Brown Flannel

Dark Brown Flannel

Dark Grey Check Flannel

Dark Grey Check Flannel

Grey Flannel

Grey Flannel

Light Blue Flannel

Light Blue Flannel

Light Grey Check Flannel

Light Grey Check Flannel

Navy and White Check Flannel

Navy and White Check Flannel

Navy Cotton Moleskin

Navy Cotton Moleskin

 

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New Knitwear

All are made in the finest 100% lightweight Merino Wool.

The cardigans are trimmed with a contrast colour and mother of pearl buttons, the pullovers in a vintage finish, again with mother of pearl buttons.

The Cardigans are £175, the Gilet £190 and the Vintage £150.

CARDIGANS and a GILET

Royal Blue Cardigan

Royal Blue Cardigan

Reversible Gilet

Reversible Gilet

Pink Cardigan

Pink Cardigan

Navy Blue Cardigan

Navy Blue Cardigan

Mid Grey Cardigan

Mid Grey Cardigan

Mid Blue Cardigan

Mid Blue Cardigan

Black Cardigan

Black Cardigan

Dark Grey Cardigan

Dark Grey Cardigan

Dark Purple Cardigan

Dark Purple Cardigan

Light Purple Cardigan

Light Purple Cardigan

Lime Cardigan

Lime Cardigan

VINTAGE PULLOVERS

Vintage Coffee

Vintage Coffee

Vintage Grey

Vintage Grey

Vintage Lime

Vintage Lime

Vintage Navy

Vintage Navy

Vintage Pale Blue

Vintage Pale Blue

Vintage Purple

Vintage Purple

Vintage Raspberry

Vintage Raspberry

Vintage Royal Blue

Vintage Royal Blue

 

 

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New Shirts

Some new stock eventually!

Shirts using some of the finest and softest cottons, and prices ranging between £125 and £145.

Please remember we only make a total of 10 pieces in each fabric, and a maximum of 4 in any size.

Art 3010 col 1 & col 4

Art 3010 col 1 & col 4

Art 3010 col 3

Art 3010 col 3

Art 3012 col 1 & col 3

Art 3012 col 1 & col 3

Art 3032 col 5 & col 2

Art 3032 col 5 & col 2

Art 3038 col 2 & col 3

Art 3038 col 2 & col 3

Art 3050 col 1 & col 3

Art 3050 col 1 & col 3

Art 3095 col 3 & col 4

Art 3095 col 3 & col 4

Art 3103 col 1 & Art 3106 col 2

Art 3103 col 1 & Art 3106 col 2

Art 3115 col 4

Art 3115 col 4

Art 3115

Art 3115

Art 3116 col 2 & Art 3106 col 1

Art 3116 col 2 & Art 3106 col 1

Art 3319 col 1 & col 5

Art 3319 col 1 & col 5

 

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Summer has ended Newsletter 2014

Happy Birthday Sam, and Tony.

So once again I get a slew of “Out of Office” replies… Sven it appears is never in his office.

No, not Nancy’s Sven, another Sven. I’d forgotten all about that Sven. He’s now managing Guangzhou R&F in China, I had to look that up on Wikipedia. Sometimes I wonder why I bother, anyway I’m away on holiday, am I bothered?

It seems that this newsletter is a kind of 50 Shades of Grey thing. Clearly there are more shades of Grey than that, he just wasn’t using his imagination, just ask John Major. More peas Norma? Bet that’s not in there. Our Emi has given up reading it on the tube, because….. Because everyone was staring at her, and as far as she was concerned it had nothing to her gorgeousness. A customer’s words, not mine I hasten to add.

The newsletter is helping a relatively newly married couple spice up their bedroom activities because they have admitted to reading this together in bed before….ahem! Well who’d of thought it? I didn’t think it was that racy, it appears all the talk of Lycra and mink saddles has got some amongst you getting a little frisky.

Talking of the mink saddle; it has gone; as anticipated to a private collection in Japan. It will go into a glass case alongside such rare items as a pair of worn Britney Spears panties and a photo of Madonna with her clothes on.

I know it’s been cold and wet at home, but I’ve been sunning myself in Ibiza and training for my next challenge in the vain hope that I will remain drier than I had been on the bike ride. That being said, perhaps I shall don a deep sea diver’s suit, lead weights and all; and to make it easier I shall carry Adam on my shoulders dressed as Goldilocks.

I will reveal all very soon. OK, at about 10.30am when I get to the beach. Eeeeewwwwww!

Why, Oh why is it that the people who will insist on sunbathing in the altogether are the ones who should be the ones who should holiday in a tent, and wear it!

This trip to the island has been much more relaxed, Eugene has been away at Burning Man, which has done its best to impersonate Glastonbury and offer a deluge of epic proportions followed by naked mudwrestling. Apparently he has bought himself a scooter to get himself around. I thought that he would have had a gyrocopter, or more appropriately a jet ski, but he likes to keep his feet on terra-firma. Oh, really!

Neil has been on good form, ably assisted in the studio this summer by Tai, Jonny, Rudi and Wesley Thomas. He even managed to seem relaxed a certain points. There was a tricky moment at dinner one evening. We were at the dessert stage as Sergio was out walking the dogs. As he wandered past, Neil scooped up the aptly named “Bon-Bon”, I have captured the moment where Neil went to swallow him whole, sadly Bon-Bon was not best pleased; clearly suffering from little dog syndrome.

Bon Bon Snack

Bon Bon Snack

The first few days were spent in the company of a bevy of lovely young ladies.

Me and 4 girls alone on a boat with my reputation?

They were here to party hard. A little VIP with David Guetta at Pasha, Ushuaia, Glitterbox at Boom, Space, Blue Marlin and finally a little Amnesia, which is probably what was needed. And OK, perhaps I shared the best part of a bottle of Vodka with myself, whilst talking to Oleg next to me who by all accounts is a worse dancer than I am.

Pasha VIP

Pasha VIP

Bevy

Bevy

The boat was thanks to another Neil, this time at BoatsIbiza. We spent the day with Phil and Tracy aboard their Sunseeker. A little trip round Es Vedra, a couple of bays, lunch at a beach restaurant, finishing with a Sunset in the bay in front of Café del Mar. I cannot recommend them highly enough, it was a day to remember.

http://www.boatsibiza.com

Neil has offered a 5% discount to anyone contacting him and mentioning our recommendation.

Our Funseeker

Our Funseeker

Swimming at Es Vedra

Swimming at Es Vedra

Magical Es Vedra

Magical Es Vedra

Cafe del Mar Sunset

Cafe del Mar Sunset

 

I’m not the only one who has been away.

Perseus has a new job and hence is on “gardening leave”. Apparently Emi wants this, but without changing jobs. By all accounts Perseus is counting windmills on Mykonos, or something like that. The things people do that pass for fun! He will no doubt return, his legs as white as snow. The rest of him will have changed colour, marginally. He’ll bitch about everything, but that’s his way and I love him for it; I think if he were a cocktail, he’d be “Caustic Soda”. In his words, he’s so “Beefcake”, a walking barbecue flavoured tortilla chip.

The football season has started again. Millions have been spent, and has it changed anything? The lottery of who will get Luis “Gummy Bear” Suarez has been answered. To cap it all, he’ll be filling a hole in the middle, bridging the gap to attack, and probably scoring a brace.

Poor little Wayne has had more responsibility heaped upon those already hunched shoulders, running round like a Chinese crested dog, steam coming out of his ears. Apparently he thought by becoming captain he would get a uniform and a cap with badges on it. Super Mario is back, and has intimated that he wants me to make all his clothes for him. No, no, no. This is a man who can’t put a training bib on, and fails miserably time after time to get his hat on the right way round.

I already have a very mad, high maintenance customer who phones me from all over the world in order that I tell him what to wear, this was topped off recently, by having to explain to him what going “commando” meant. He didn’t get it first or second time, and I certainly wasn’t going to demonstrate via Skype.

So with Mario I don’t even want to do something as complicated as buttons.

Shortly we will be inundated with new stock, but until that point you will have to read about all of my exploits as I travel far and wide in search of the next legal high. There are a few of you who have attempted to tempt me with something a little less straight laced, but I will always refuse, unless it has an alcohol base.

Mr Portillo has a new series coming up. I’m sworn to secrecy, but apparently that’s the gist of it. It will be coming to a small screen near you very soon.

And of course soon I’ll have my new iphone XXVI. However I will sign of this newsletter with a last Sunset from Iibza.

Another Ibiza Sunset

Another Ibiza Sunset

Sent from my iphone XXV

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The puppies made it round

Puppies in the Rain

Puppies in the Rain

 

So they made it round, a little chaffing here or there, but I am still walking today. I removed my wetsuit, took off my goggles and snorkel, and whipped them out as I crossed the finish line to a few startled looks from the crowd! Thank you Neil and Eugene.

Now time to protect the sore parts of me after the ride.

Thank you Andrex for thinking of me.

Puppies on a Roll

Puppies on a Roll

But the big Thank You should go to all of you who have donated, to Neil Baker whose training regime got me through it, and again to him for today’s little light warm down session, were you joking 1,000 reps in a hour? Oh, and let me remind you, you can’t count!

The donations have reached close to £4,000 and climbing. Once again if you would like to donate, this is the link:

http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/ADRIANHOLDSWORTHVOLPE

So let’s go back to the ride.

It started at 6.00 am with a 7 mile ride to the start!

Then the rumours that Leith Hill and Box Hill had been removed for the sake of everyone’s safety were true reducing the ride to 86 miles. There were a few grumbles, however I hope these were silenced on the first semi-serious climb, which in fairness would have been really tough despite my bravado.

The rain was so heavy that the stream of water was coming downhill towards you faster than most people were climbing, and then as you crested the top of the hill the water was then running downhill faster than most people were descending.

This was augmented by at times gale force winds from ex-hurricane Bertha, and the odd flash of lightening.

There was standing water across the entire road in about 40 or 50 places and in some places nearly a foot deep.

There were a lot of accidents and hundreds of punctures, I was happily involved in neither.

I’d love to say that the four of us would have stuck together, but given the conditions and confusion we all got separated, and then my phone and then Adam’s gave out, and neither is likely to make a complete recovery. The phones I hasten to add, it’s already too late for me or Adam.

I stopped at the last hub for a while for an intake and an out take, to see where Adam was so just tipped me over the 5 hours, but I could not have been happier with the ride.

The sun, saw us home for the last few miles giving my hair time to dry, and cross the line looking half decent, until I whipped my puppies out.

Timesheet

Time sheet

There is of course an obvious mistake with this time sheet. The category says M50, clearly I am a male despite the red lycra photos, but the age is the 50+ category which is definitely way out, and please no smart Alec remarks about it being too low.

By the end, the mink covered saddle looked like a drowned rat, which I suppose is what it is, or was. It is slowly drying, meanwhile I will be taking offers. A Van Gogh it is not, but it has been as close to me for more 5 hours as anything is likely to ever get, so get your cheque books out.

Lastly, once again, a huge thank you to everyone in whatever capacity you supported me. I gripe slightly, but it was great fun despite the conditions, and to all of you who think my life is all fun, fun, fun; it is despite whatever is thrown at me., which in this case was a bucket of water that never emptied.

If Adam hadn’t undertaken this event with me, I would have thought that he had arranged this.

Please keep giving.

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End July stumbling into August Newsletter 2014

Let me start by saying I am overwhelmed and rendered speechless by your generosity, so a very big THANK YOU to all who have donated, and those donations in the 3 days since we started collecting now stand at more than £2500.

However, you know I’m going to keep sending this link until you all give £5 to a worthy Charity…..Help the Hospices.

http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/ADRIANHOLDSWORTHVOLPE

It’s 100 miles on a bike for a good cause, and I will auction my mink covered saddle at the end of it. Yes the mink is re cycled……. Hahahahaha….. It’s a joke, clearly not a good one.

I do already have a very large offer from a Japanese buyer. The saddle will disappear into their private collection alongside Cher’s spider dress and the tricycle from The Shining.

What a busy month it has been, and where do I begin?

Firstly, the Italian economy has slipped back into recession. So they won’t be sponsoring my effort!

Can’t say I’m not surprised, everybody who can leave Italy, has; leaving the rest to pay the tax the others are avoiding paying. Those that I deal with think it is appropriate behaviour to increase their prices by 10% because the pound is slightly stronger than it was six months ago! What would your response be? Mine was blunt and unrepeatable!

Silvio has managed to get off whatever traffic violation he may have committed. Apparently the latest was bumping his car into a curb, whilst travelling at low speed and being distracted by a pretty passer-by on her way home from school.

It is that time of year again? Perseus is in Naples once more, he of the cadaverous Persil white feet. Once again he’s torn deciding to fake it or not. His flamboyant tantrums when the spray-on tan has streaked on his feet are a sight to behold, spitting vitriol like Medusa; a gaze and an arched eyebrow you are turned to stone. I could imagine Danny LaRue used a similar glare.

It’s a slightly camper look than Neil in Ibiza uses to scare away people he doesn’t think worthy of his talent, which is considerable.

Before I re-count my last visit, Neil has now launched Inkadelic Hotel. It is an apartment in the heart of Ibiza Town, and anyone wishing any details, please contact me for information and photos. Neil is calmness personified amongst the maelstrom that is life on the island.

Not that many of you believe me; but my visits to Ibiza are not to party, I prefer to lie on a beach and rest.

However the last visit got a little out of hand! I suppose I should learn at my age to say, No. But where would the fun in that be?

Sunday night was spent at Blue Marlin (BM), courtesy of Jean-Claude Ades with a magnificent set in the company Eugene (Puppy Master), and the lovely Bella from Copenhagen.

Well, didn’t you know it. Bottles of Dom Perignon glow in the dark and at BM each is accompanied to your table by a tickitape parade? The table next to us was obviously indulging in the inauguration of a new President, given the continuous shower of confetti, but to their credit, they were sharers.

Uncle Dom

Uncle Dom

Break out the glo-sticks…..

Glo sticks at Blue Marlin

Glo sticks at Blue Marlin

We departed BM before I turned back into a pumpkin, and headed for another party at S’estanyol held by Mental Genius with a light show projected against the rocks to carry us through to sunrise.

Mental Genius

Mental Genius

Back to the scene of the Crime - S'estanyol

Back to the scene of the Crime – S’estanyol

My Next Boat

My Next Boat

The following night when the head should have said no, we all went to Amnesia at 4am. Eugene in his full headgear, and me wondering what the hell I was doing…..I looked up to the ceiling waving my hands above my head only to see daylight, my feet were killing me and I looked down to see I was only wearing one glass slipper. 7 am and time to go, I left Eugene and Bernie to party through.

Eugene

Eugene

A boat was waiting, and a trip to Formentera beckoned, as long as Eugene could get back in one piece, after all he was driving! The boat!!!!!

Headed for Formentera

Headed for Formentera

Beso Beach

Beso Beach

The day was topped off with Eugene tellng the Restaurant at Beso Beach on Formentera that it was my birthday. Amr and Hamsi, you now know it wasn’t, but it didn’t stop us having fun. Hope you and the family had a great time. Eugene, as you are reading this, please send me the photos. I’m fairly certain there are none of us all skinny dipping. Just how did your shorts make it to the bottom?

Formentera

Formentera

On the way to a deserted lagoon we came across a family in distress after their tender had got detached form their yacht we towed them back, to re-unite them with their son.

Giving them a Tow

Giving them a Tow

I returned from Ibiza via Rome, to the Sale in full swing and Jake holding the fork, sorry fort. Current bargain are socks at £5/pair, get ‘em while they’re hot.

The bargains will continue until the end of the first week of September, when we will have some new bits to show you.

One friend Mark has been in several times. He has been trying on a couple of vintage mink coats in the vain hope that they might keep him extra warm and toasty for the winter, not to mention make him look, well? Mark it’s not a good look, only a mink coat, socks and trainers, please keep the coat fastened, it’s a disturbing fantasy and not one I want to be a part of.  Save it for when you drink the mini-bar dry again.

Another Mark has informed me he is currently covered in gravel rash after severe equipment failure at high speed on his bicycle. Pah! Ask Andre how he ended up with a grazed chin!

Last weekend I travelled back to 1955, Secret Cinema and Back to the Future; Hill Valley exists in East London.

Blessed by the continuing good weather, we could wander round Hill Valley and mingle with Marty, Doc Emmett Brown, and the Libyans; visit the Enchanted under the Sea Dance and finally relax on the grass and watch the film. All the girls squealed every time MJFox made an appearance on film, the guys did exactly the same each time the DeLorean reached 88mph.

It was a great afternoon, however, I have the odd gripe and maybe I’m getting old. Have I said that before?

Hill Valley felt like a film set, which was perhaps the point, but I also thought it was supposed to be an interactive experience and the sparseness of the props made it feel a little empty, and a little like wandering round Ikea, desperately trying not to tread on the heals of the person walking round in front of you, but with a glass in hand.

As you know I do not have a problem spending money; as long as a degree of value for money is considered. Secret Cinema has now become an expensive enterprise, you have to hand in your communication devices (phones) and hence no photos of the event and yet another spectacular sunset. You are searched for food and drink, and then to add insult to financial pain the last train from the nearest station is before the end of the film, stranding you close to the Olympic Park, the middle of nowhere; leaving you queueing for a taxi for not an inconsiderable period of time at further cost unless you exit early.

Finally back to the ride. Below is the link to sponsor me.

Eugene's Puppies

Eugene’s Puppies

I shall be wearing the sponsored “puppies” on my person for the bike ride, and I look forward to having a lot of fun, and finishing at some point after Christmas. Jake, how many sleeps is that?

http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/ADRIANHOLDSWORTHVOLPE

My thanks to Neil, Neil, Eugene, Adam, Sara, Jake, Sunil, Wolf, Mark, Mark, Perseus, Sam, Vash, The Wolseley, Me, Me, Me and many, many, many others for making this newsletter possible. There are too many to mention and age has got the better of me.

As a friend said to me today, he is terrified he will do something worthy of an appearance in the newsletter. Today he did, he left London for Scotland to distil whisky for a living.

Your exploits are the thing of legend, and if not I will turn them into one.

The shop is 15 years old on the 20th August. Thank you all very much it has been an absolute joy to make so many friends.

 

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Charity Ride – 100 miles for Help the Hospices

http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/ADRIANHOLDSWORTHVOLPE

Kings of the Boards

Kings of the Boards

As some of you may know I am cycling 100 miles for charity this Sunday 10th August. The charity I am raising money for is Help the Hospices.

I shall not be riding alone, which will be a good thing considering how lost I got cycling to Brighton. However this time I will be accompanied by Adam, Sara, Tom, Pasquale and an un-named celebrity. Yes, they do have a name I just can’t divulge it.

Apparently the route is well signposted, but if I do decide to go off piste 24,000 other people will be lost too.

I have oiled my gears, greased my chain, covered my saddle in shaved mink to save my precious bits and bought a whole new Lycra wardrobe. I shall be changing outfits every 5 miles throwing the sweaty castoffs to my adoring public as then stand surprised and stunned at the roadside.

Please give generously. I am donating £5 for every time I have eaten breakfast at The Wolseley (aka The Caff.) in the last two months. This currently stands at £80.

I shall set myself a new challenge once the ride is completed.

STOP PRESS: Adam, why is this tow bar fixed to the back of my bike? Clearly I am Roadrunner to your Wylie Coyote. Don’t think I don’t know your little game………