A little something for those of you who get a little overexcited by this kind of thing!
Currently we have been importing and selling one or two of these and other makes from Italy and custom building them in London. This one happens to be mine, in an effort by Adam to get me out on the roads a little more.
Soon we will put them up and sell through the shop, and through the blog.
Pinarello Dogma
Thank you one and all, I am deeply touched, but then you knew that and it’s unlikely to change in the near future, unless of course I go back on the treatment.
I received birthday greetings from far and wide, some complimentary, others, well perhaps I did deserve a little of what was said. One of you, a man involved in the finance industry, though not allied to Greece, got his sums wrong. His workings were correct, but the correct answer is 21.
For those amongst you who used Facebook to wish me well, I will not be posting pictures of the other nights’ celebrations. The Chinese Lanterns were a bit of a mistake, but I thought the small fire at Battersea Power Station would only hasten its redevelopment.
For the fireworks my thanks go to Mario Balotelli. He has spent longer in the fitting room than any other customer I’ve had, the late Richard Pulford included. At least Richard finally came out with the clothes on in the right places. Dear Mario, you might have seen how he manages not to put the training bib on. Imagine him with a full wardrobe, not a look that any of you will be offered, it is a look he has made his own.
My D list friend gave me a vuvuzela, he’d even signed it, immediately devaluing it. The man is now quite mad, something about meerkats and insurance, and why he hadn’t got the work, even though he’d dressed in a full size meerkat outfit and perfected the accent. The up side is that he is now bonding with his children, but only as long as he has got the outfit on.
My thanks go to Sunil, who tested me the other morning with a text at 5.45am.The alarm had already gone off. It was early, but not quite early enough to catch me out. Please let’s not turn this into a game. He was in London for a day and wanted to catch up. I’m not sure how many people would want to catch up at that time of day, even the Wolseley was shut.
Neil will be here from Thursday for a few days and a party, I’ll keep you posted, and Mateo was here to return my mankini. Thank goodness he’d washed it.
As always in Mateo’s world, it is elegant, charming and beautiful. This visit was no exception.
Very best to you all, and don’t think you’re going to get any more before the end of the month.
Apparently it’s 52 sleeps until Christmas. Thanks Jake
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A great friend of mine died at the weekend.
Many of you will have known Richard, perhaps not by name, but as the elegant gentleman who would sit patiently on a chair in the shop in his Borsalino hat and gently sip on a lager and lime. Occasionally we would sit outside on the window ledge whilst he smoked a cigarette, sipped an espresso, and discuss his views on the world. Sometimes we agreed, more often than not in fact. Whatever I thought it was always a joy just to listen to him. Apparently he enjoyed the newsletters, but for once this isn’t about me. Although I’m sure, as always, he’d have a word or two to say about my punctuation. OK, this is the second version with fewer commas.
Richard had his views and wasn’t shy in sharing them. He was always a great friend and companion, often caustic in his wit, but unwavering in his loyalty. He was always there for a friend and I know that so many of you have been there for him.
Theatre had been his passion, his pleasure and his work and until recently was the Chief Executive of the Society of London Theatres. He retired to take things in a more relaxed fashion, or so he said, but he just took on new challenges to travel and to enjoy life. He always set remarkably high standards and his quest for a pair of jeans that would fit his sylph-like physique without alteration made us both cry with laughter before he let me use the story for the March newsletter.
“Richard with his sylph-like physique stretches to a jean with a 26 inch waist. He can apparently buy these in Selfridges, either from Dior (so Richard), and Dsquared (so not Richard).
Their assistant was apparently just hangin’ in the department. I am unable to recount Richard’s story of trying on the Dsquared jeans as well as him. These were probably designed by MC Hammer, which once on, he was unable to get off over his feet, trying to stand up and holding on to a rotating rail, which apparently kept throwing him to the floor.
After an hour of struggle he removed the jeans he finally wandered off to Dior to purchase his bling.”
Recently he had started to send me text messages with little updates which was unlike him. Each time it would come through as an unknown number, each time I would save it under Richard’s name, only for the next to come through as unknown. In the end I gave up and stopped renaming them. The last thing Richard was, was unknown. I will miss him dearly.
Copyright © 2011 Adrian Holdsworth. All Rights Reserved.