I have always been fascinated by the pedestrian crossings in Trafalgar Square, and in that spirit, let me begin by wishing each and every one a very merry and inclusive Christmas, and a wonderful New Year. Please enjoy responsibly!!!

I will of course be summing up the last year and making my predictions for next, in a newsletter next week, just as we Brexit 2018, and invade 2019.

I have tried to make the newsletter more manageable, as some of you were drifting off before you’d got to the best bits. So, sort of bite size, a little nibble, tapas to what would have been a pincho. I would say shorter, but then I start to suffer from Napoleon Complex… Down descends the red mist, and I become all Vodka and Red Bull!

Astro Alf, my astrologer said it was all in the stars, he’s like a pocket Nostradamus and now the resident horoscope king of a particular magazine… myrrh! (grrrrrr didn’t sound quite so Christmassy!)

His horoscopes have more of a fashion twist about them. If you are a Gemini avoid twin-sets, and don’t wear chaps when the moon and other planetary objects are in the ascendancy. Oooooh, that’ll be the Julian Clary in me!

I can see the pantomime has left a lasting impression.

Luckily I’m a Virgo! Well, Scorpio actually, but the joke didn’t work as well. Although as you all want to come back as me; best not be a Virgo then!

Jose didn’t walk, he was pushed.

The rules of Whamageddon are clear, and the fourth rule clearly states, that if you recognise the song you’re out…

At Anfield Jose couldn’t get his fingers in his ears quickly enough. If you are unclear what Whamageddon is, please be kind enough to look it up, and those of you still in the game, good luck remember last Christmas I gave you my heart…

Jose, Jose, Jose  there is no point in fighting it. You recognised it, and burying your head in the ice bucket in the dugout didn’t cut it with senior management. The gentlemanly thing to do is walk.

Blessed are the glassmakers for they will become Glazers! Couldn’t resist it.

And absolutely no point in reminiscing on what you were doing ‘Last Christmas’, Jose; or crying over spilt milk crates, let’s concentrate on what you may be doing next Christmas, apart from the washing up as you need to pay off a rather large hotel bill.

All that remains, once again is wish you season’s greeting, have a wonderful time, enjoy it to the maximum, and I will avoid any clichés until it is all over. I am headed off to see my mother and all that entails.

She had suggested quail for Christmas lunch, perhaps as you get older your appetite shrinks, but this was a step too far. There was an option of quail’s eggs as a starter, so in that case we know what came first…

Happy Christmas

Copyright © 2018 Adrian Holdsworth. All Rights Reserved.






Oh! The Irony

Aboard my Vespa, a pit stop, a little splash and dash… the perfect Martini.

Things are looking Grimm.

The irony is; tonight, just as the sun is setting…no, no, no.

Just as the result of the ‘No confidence’ vote on our bothered, bewitched and bewildered leader is announced I will be sat with the ‘Bird Man’ watching Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. We know how this looks, we just don’t care… we could have been watching the football, but it is less tribal…

I have checked the names of all the Dwarfs and, even including those that were left out from the original sixteen, there wasn’t one called, Spiteful, Two-Face or Trump!

In three days Snow White will be 81, older than me, younger than my mother, more like my stepsister… even Uncle Walt couldn’t have dreamt up such a saga. I am struggling to see who will emerge to usurp Paul O’Grady as the wicked stepmother, but it does seem as though they are lining up more like the ugly sisters of Cinderella, and even after a haircut they are still trying to squeeze their pudgy feet into a glass slip-on.

And my apologies to Julian, but as Mr Clary would say, “they are sure to feel a cold hand on their entrance”, and be snubbed underneath the mistletoe above the door of number 10, step forward widow Twankey, take one for the team!

And as she eats, shoots and leaves, she turns in her kitten heels:

You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk… You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot…

I am of course innocent in all this; the ‘Genie of the Lamp’, ready to be rubbed up the wrong way, however I will grant, but few wishes.

The Sun King has had his, I didn’t realise he was going to spend half a millions euros on plates, €62,000 on hairdressing, usurping M .Hollande and €26,000 on makeup in 3 months. Why would he need it, even in Ultra HD, he is so young and fresh faced, perhaps he wants to venture out amongst his people incognito, sporting a yellow gilet!

The Donald has had his, the fact he doesn’t believe in Father Christmas was the final straw hair piece!

The Fairytale of New York? Oh, I wish it could be Christmas every day!

Because there is so much I need to get off my chest…

Black, black, black…

That’s about as much of a black Friday as anyone got out of me, and as for Cyberman Day, what happens if the Daleks find out that the Cybermen have their own special day.

Christmas is fast approaching, and that light at the end of the tunnel, is Santa on his sleigh wearing his brand new 20000 lumens head torch. The elves have fashioned out a reindeer stencil to warn any one who crosses their path, and Rudolph is sulking because it looks nothing like him…

Santa’s sack is shrinking. Gone are the heady days when it was full of chocolate goodies, now it is just Tobler One, Quality Close, and Terry’s Chocolate Tangerine.

When and where will it end? Will a Mars become a Mercury, will a Marathon (Snickers for you youngsters) become a Sprint, a Polo, just a hole; and a Topic, well you can thank the squirrel for that one.

Some people have expressed a desire to be part of the Newsletter, held up for posterity, it’s like pinning a tail on the Donkey; and yes there is an App, I have checked… So, Keith my thanks for your kindness and friendship, I wish you a speedy recovery with Nurse Camilla, beneath swaying palms and balmy skies.

Come March 29th next year, this will be nothing more than a hairdryer in the conservatory for some.

But I am troubled by thought that Brexit may be just a mirage, a tree that falls in the forest, the fridge light that never goes out, a road to nowhere, a bridge over troubled water. Cut off from the rest of the country, there will be just us fancy city folk, with our fancy Dan ways, foreign holidays and espresso machines, our own personal ‘barrista’ frothing at the mouth.

These heady days will be long gone, I’ll go back to making cities out of matchsticks and ships in bottles, a haven for flying ducks on my flock covered walls.

Our government will be a strange mix of Wombles, Clangers and Captain Pugwash. What do you mean it already is? Shocked emoji! Why hasn’t anyone said or done anything? Apathy, apathy, it’s not a party!

It is, and I will not let it distract me from my hedonism. I am in preparation for my twelve days of Christmas, when only a Baker’s Dozen will do.

I will update you, for those interested in joining in.

Please note the Christmas opening times and please, please, please, for my sake shop irresponsibly…





November Updates…. and some new stock!

My wishes have been granted, as will yours be if you persevere to the bitter end.

You will have wondered why my posts have been so thin on the ground, almost like hens’ teeth.

I have been pushed from pillar to post, run ragged, hither and thither, dragged through a hedge forwards, not knowing my left from my right, up hill and down dale? And if anyone remembers my Dale Winton story; you’ll know what a harrowing set of circumstances I encountered.

However, finally for one brief moment in time I gained an hour.

Oooooh what did I do with it? Boil a dozen eggs? What do think; I’m going soft?

How did I spend it, binge watch Game of Thrones, read the treat of Maastricht, go long on hours, go short on days?

We have received new stock and there will be photos as soon as my phone remembers what my face looks like… read to the end.

That extra hour? I put it in the bank and saved it up for nothing more than another monumental series of birthday celebration.

Then with that hour, I shall rise shameless with the lark, early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard a maid sing in the valley below…

While those who we entrust with our prized sovereignty play bureaucratic ‘Deal or No Deal’, sporting pudding basin haircuts. I partied away the days, and nights with people from all four corners of the earth, every shape and size, gender, colour and creed.

Tarif la Quiff would have raised sanctions against me for this excess and debauchery, while Beelzebub looked the other way and Nigel spluttered into his half pint…

My cup was never empty, my lips never without a smile, time with some of my nearest and dearest, rich in the knowledge that when this feast ever ended, lack of sleep would not be my famine.

I would also like to everybody for their kind wishes, each and every one gratefully received.

One or two, put two and two together, and still got the answer wrong!


We will be closed on Tuesday 13th November 2018 and re-open on the 14th.

Vintage merino wool sweaters £150

Merino wool and cashmere pullovers £150

Belt and braces merino wool cardigan £220

Vintage merino wool sweatshirt £135

Merino wool birds eye cardigan £220

Water repellent wool cardigan £220

Vintage merino wool cardigan £175

Brushed cotton shirts £145

Woven cotton shirts £145

Cotton shirts £145

Cotton shirts £145

Brushed cotton shirts £165

Gingham check cotton shirts £145

Woven cotton shirts £145

Merino wool and flannel quilted Harrington jacket £390

Hood merino wool and flannel jacket £390

Reversible Loro Piana Storm System Cashmere and quilted coat

Denim colour Loro Piana cashmere Storm System quilted short coat £950

Wool and microfibre car coat £570

Nylon field jacket with removable hood £450

Wool and microfibre car coat £570

Nylon quilted iD jacket with suede trim £450

Nylon quilted iD jacket with suede trim £450

Change of hours

Please note from Monday 3rd September 2018 the opening hours changed, however there will occasionally be other days when the business has a little repose.

One of the days will take place on Tuesday 13th November 2018, we will re-open on Wednesday the 14th.

Monday: By appointment only
Tuesday: 11.00 – 19.00
Wednesday: 11.00 – 19.30
Thursday: 11.00 – 19.30
Friday: 11.00 – 19.00
Saturday: 10.00 – 17.00
Sunday: Closed

I will still be available outside these times on my mobile and via Whatsapp on +44 7801 629519.

I look forward to seeing you soon,


New Stock

Do not worry there is plenty more to come…

Vintage Merino Wool long sleeve shirts at £175 and brushed cotton Prince of Wales check shirts at £165

Vintage wash merino wool roll neck pullover in brown at £190

Vintage wash merino wool roll neck pullover at £190

Shawl neck Geelong Pullover at £170 with a brushed cotton shirt at £145

Shawl neck Geelong Pullover at £170 with a jersey long sleeve shirt at £145

Shawl neck Geelong Pullover at £170 with a jersey long sleeve shirt at £145

Rain resistant knitted jacket at £290 with a brushed cotton shirt at £145

Quilted long sleeve knitted jacket in navy blue at £360, scarf model’s own, but apparently will sell for £89

Quilted long sleeve knitted jacket in navy blue at £360, scarf model’s own.

Navy blue gilet in techno fabric £220

Suede fronted quilted gilet with nylon back in brown at £490

Suede fronted quilted gilet with nylon back in blue at £490

Quilted gilet in flannel wool from Vitale Barberis Cannonico £360

Quilted gilet in flannel wool from Vitale Barberis Cannonico in silver grey at £360

Quilted gilet in brown nylon £250

Quilted gilet in camouflage nylon £250

Micro down filled quilted gilet in blue nylon £260

Micro down filled quilted gilet in light-blue nylon £260

Micro down filled quilted gilet in orange nylon £260

Down filled Parka with hood £550

Copyright © 2018 Adrian Holdsworth. All Rights Reserved.