A little fun with Shakespeare… and one other

Give me a few hours on a train to while away, and my creative juices start to flow. So my apologies, I have taken a few liberties, I dreamt a dream tonight…

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears.

How do all occasions form against me, and spur my dull revenge? Beware the ides of March. Full of vexation come I, with complaint.

If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

What’s he then says I play the villain, blow wind and crack your cheeks.

He was my friend, faithful and just to me, and yet to be or not to be, takes arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing them? To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream and of that dream, for every trifle are they set upon me; and with all the infections the sun sucks up? My troublous dreams this night doth make me sad.

But a dream itself is just a shadow, and when I waked, I cried to dream again, as dreams are toys. Yet we are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Where sleeps Titania sometime of the night, lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight. Here will we sit and let the sounds of music creep in our ears, and music has the charms to calm my savage breast.

I am that merry wanderer of the night and sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, a merrier hour was never wasted there! In that vessel, O thou invisible spirit of wine! If thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil, and virtue a fig!

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind?

She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed: she is woman, and therefore to be won. For where thou art, there is the world itself; and where thou art not, desolation.

I am one who loved not wisely, but too well, for my own part, I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine; yet, I bear a charmed life. Be all my sins remember’d.

Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death…

 

 

 

 

 

 

A small amuse bouche of the new Summer Collection that has arrived

I know snow is headed our way, but spring hopes hope springs eternal, and briefly at some point our average-sized sun may make an appearance over the next few months. I admit to not knowing the riddles of the universe, but I am happy in the knowledge that someone else might.

Meanwhile I will peddle my own version of the emperor’s new clothes!

Linen Polo Shirt £145, Stretch Cotton Linen Shorts £135 and Suede Belt £85

Linen Polo Shirt £145, Stretch Cotton/Lycra Chinos £135 and woven canvas belt £79

Linen Polo Shirts £145, Stretch Cotton Shorts £125

Linen Polo Shirt £145, Linen Trousers £175, Stretch woven belt £79

Long Sleeve Linen Knitted Shirt £165, Linen shorts £135, stretch woven belt £85

Cotton Camouflage pullover £150, Jacob Cohen Stretch Cotton Chinos £270, Suede Camouflage Belt £125

Linen shirt £145, linen trousers £175 and woven linen belt £79

Linen Polo Shirt £145, Cotton/linen blend shorts £135 and stretch woven belt £85

Linen shirts £145

Giro Inglese white shirt £145, grey and white linen check trousers £175 and stretch woven belt £85

Blouson in Loro Piana Rain System with jersey sleeves £390, Jacob Cohen Stretch chinos £270 and stretch woven belt £85

Navy Blue Loro Piana Rain System raincoat with removable down filled insert £590

Grey Loro Piana Rain System raincoat with removable down filled insert £590

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Well that woke you all up…

You are weak… try saving this for later. You know you want to, but it will reel you in, the poor prose, grammatical errors and bad spilling. Or is it the fact that I might once again be giving something away for nothing!

Let me tell you, it backfired last time, so don’t worry, lightening doesn’t strike twice!

Although it does make me wonder what I should give away next after the jeans, jars of Nutella?

I would, but then none of you would be able to get into the jeans!

So, I am back, why?

In October I stepped back from the world to see how you would fare on your own.

For four months I stayed away, took the training wheels off the bike to see if you could ride it alone.

But in this short period; you gave me more Trump tweets, Christmas, Australian flu, the Pitti peacock, a new contract for Mezit Ozil, and snow in the Alps at Christmas.

However, I felt I had to return when the French, the home of haute cuisine gave us the ‘Nutella Riots’.

Yes, the French rioting in supermarkets because the price of a jar of Nutella had been reduced from €4.50 to €1.40, no longer the culinary upper hand I feel, they had resorted to actual physical violence over a jar of hazelnut and chocolate spread. The world has gone nuts, I felt compelled to cross back through the gates of Hades.

So, I stepped back in again before you did something even I couldn’t fix, like kilts as a fashion statement.

You have the appearance of free will, the choice of which car to buy, which drink to have at lunch, but when it comes to the important things in life like putting your clothes on, I have had to step back in.

Spare a thought for poor Perseus who put his back out bending down to put on a pair of Oxford shoes with his jeans, we all know that it should only be loafers… He is now flat on his back in his swan neck bed all because of the wrong shoes, like poor Zoolander, unable to turn right.

The Tories on the other hand have turned right and just kept going, it’s even got El Faragio in a tizzy! Trampling on his daisies. Boris couldn’t keep his powder dry and was out of the blocks making more promises he probably won’t be able to keep 100 million for this, 100 million for Sanchez, whilst Govie, Govie, Govie is trying not to sip from the cold glass of Chardonnay in front of him, lest he let slip his plans for world domination.

Meanwhile, it has become increasingly obvious to me that as I have matured, the powers with which I have been bestowed with have put me in a league of my own. 

Those of you still hankering to come back as me will realise that the queue now stretches all the way to Tower Bridge, one or two of you have even pitched tents.

Let me, let you into a secret, I am not a prototype, despite the manifest flaws of the Nexus 6 and 7, I am the new fully functional Nexus X model. Move over Harrison and Ryan; I am Wunderwuzzi!

But, I will admit to being weak, I know, hard to believe, but I do have my Kryptonite. Like a moth to a flame I was drawn back to Ibiza. I had hoped the cold turkey would last until next Christmas, then Skyscanner sent me a price alert, it tipped me over the edge. Without a second thought, the tickets were booked.

What had I done, given in to targeted advertising? Off go the location services, privacy settings cranked up to the max, and I have removed the Sim card from the back of my neck. Try and find me now!

Heavens, what would I be forced/tempted to buy next, wait, hang on, what else had I been eyeing up on the internet? No, perhaps I shouldn’t answer that one.

Anyway, more powerful than Diana, daughter of Zeus, I marvel at the skills I have inherited; the world says jump, I ask how high?

Ask me to walk on water; I say ‘Walk a mile in my shoes’.

Those of you who spend some time in the shop will have experienced my strange and phantasmagorical tales, of places far and wide, like Walter Mitty, I live a parallel universe, where time is elastic, and I dream of electric sheep.

One of my favourite escapes on Ibiza is to run from Ibiza Town along the beach in Talamanca and over the top of the hill in Jesus, through the woods and down to the deserted beach at S’Estanyol. There I disrobe, lay my clothes to dry in the warm sunshine whilst I swim in the warm waters of the bay.

Perfect for testing out my ‘Wunderwuzzi’ credentials I thought. I neatly laid my clothes out and walked the length of the jetty. I half expected to hear the sound of harps, gentle choral music and be drawn to a bright light.

I paused briefly before stepping off, something was wrong, rather than gliding out across the sea, my foot broke the surface, and I tumbled head first into 3 feet of water. Surfacing I realise that the water wasn’t nearly salty enough, not up to Dead Sea standards anyway, has no one heard of health and safety?

I also noticed that I was surrounded by little red orbs dancing in the waves, I was in the all-together and these were jellyfish. Luckily for me the water at this time of year is very, very cold and any chance of me being stung vaguely anywhere important had literally shrunk to nothing, I climbed back onto to the jetty unscathed, tail between my legs, an unstung hero…

I will let you into another little secret, Superman must be rueing the day that he passed on the knowledge of Muography to a couple guys from Tokyo. They appear to have found our hiding place, he can’t blame me as it wasn’t me who blabbed for a change, but we’ll have to find a new spot.

Suppie and I used to hang out inside the pyramid of Khufu, safe in the knowledge that no one knew we were there. He’d wrestle with the problems of the universe, I’d be laying out razor blades to sharpen, as once used they weren’t the sharpest tool in the box.

Having said that; after reading the ‘Riddle of the Pyramids’ in my teens, I have been using the same blade ever since and OK the bleeding is a little unfortunate, but once I’ve swathed myself in the bandages I don’t look so bad, and it has proffered me one or two rather profitable, incognito film roles.

 

 

 

Finally – Some New Stock

Well I might have been hibernating!

Here are some new goodies…

Soft as cashmere, 100% cotton fleece blouson dark grey £280

Padded cardigan with merino wool sleeves and back in navy blue – £360

Light grey 100% cotton fleece button fronted blouson £280

Denim blue herringbone unstructured jacket – £490 cloth by Ferla

Checked unstructured jacket in cloth by Guabello – £490

Cardigan in silver merino wool with padded front – £360

and lastly, finally we have some flannel trousers greys, black and brown (not shown) – £175

Sugar Coated

This is not sugar coated, it is a bitter pill, when the temperature drops and you realise that you don’t have a decent new coat for this winter; don’t come crying to me with tears frozen to your cheeks begging me to sell you a coat to keep you warm.

The coats will have already gone!

Feast your eyes, these will keep you warmer than a toasted marshmallow.

Navy Blue Padded Coat with Brown Nylon insert and Brown Alcantara trimming

Navy Blue Barberis Flannel Pea Coat lined in Eco Fur

All Coats below are available to order

Grey Loro Piana Rain System Cashmere Reversible Raincoat –  SOLD OUT only available to Order

Grey Loro Piana Rain System Cashmere Reversible Raincoat (Nylon side) – SOLD OUT only available to Order

Blue Loro Piana Rain System Cashmere Reversible Raincoat

Blue Loro Piana Rain System Cashmere Reversible Raincoat (Nylon side)

Grey Loro Piana Rain System Padded Jacket in Pure Cashmere

Blue Loro Piana Rain System Padded Jacket in Cashmere and Silk

Layer Cake

Worried about the chill factor? Layer up with one of these and you will feel cool in the right way.

Grey Nylon Hollofil Gilet £250

Burgundy Nylon Hollofil Gilet

Brown Nylon Hollofil Gilet

Camouflage Nylon Hollofil Gilet

Grey Wool Hollofil Gilet £290

Orange Down filled Gilet £250

Mid Blue Down filled Gilet

Dark Blue Wool Hollofil Gilet

Mid Blue Wool Hollofil Gilet