New Knitwear

Just in case any of you might be interested!

Close Up of Collar on Merino Wool Vintage Wash Mock Turtle Neck with Mother of Pearl Buttons

Close up on detailing on Merino Wool Vintage Wash Mock Turtle Neck with Mother of Pearl Buttons

Pale Grey & Purple Merino Wool Vintage Wash Mock Turtle Neck with Mother of Pearl Buttons

Charcoal Grey & Green Merino Wool Vintage Wash Mock Turtle Neck with Mother of Pearl Buttons

Orange and Pale Blue Merino Wool Vintage Wash Mock Turtle Neck with Mother of Pearl Buttons

Blue and Fawn Merino Wool Vintage Wash Mock Turtle Neck with Mother of Pearl Buttons

Birdseye Brown and Blue Virgin Wool Zip Cardigan

Birdseye Blue Virgin Wool Zip Cardigan

Navy Blue Rain Wool Roll Neck

Navy Blue Virgin Wool Waffle Weave Zip Cardigan

Brown Vintage Wash Virgin Wool Roll Neck Pullover

Blue Vintage Wash Virgin Wool Roll Neck Pullover

Grey Birdseye Wool Roll Neck

Blue Birdseye Wool Roll Neck

Grey and Blue Virgin Wool Crew Neck Pullover

Blue and Brown Virgin Wool Crew Neck Pullover

Mid Grey Virgin Wool Pop Over

Navy Blue Virgin Wool Pop Over

Pinch, Punch, First of the Month

Nylon camouflage gilet in shades of blue £275

Padded jacket in Vitale Barberis Canonico trimmed with suede – £590

Padded Coat in Loro Piana Rain System, and removable collar insert, and in navy blue £790

Collar Insert

Quilted Gilet in Vitale Barberis Canonico £320

Nylon Camouflage Gilet

Quilted Nylon Gilet in Navy Blue £250

Quilting detail

Quilted Nylon Gilet in Black £250

Navy Blue Gilet

Nylon Quilted Gilet in Brown £250

New Shirts

Autumn approaches, the evenings start to begin earlier and earlier, the chill in the air is just starting to bite, and all of a sudden new shirts have appeared to lift the gloom.

Here is a selection of the new shirts that have arrived with more to come, but we end this by always leaving you wanting more.

Dark Blue and White & White and Dark Blue Large Houndstooth Shirts

Winter Jersey Shirts in Grey, White and Dark Blue

Blue Patterned Shirt

White Shirt with Dark Blue Spots & Dark Blue Shirt with White Spots

Four Colours of Corduroy Shirts

Striped Brushed Cotton Shirts

Yellow with Blue Overcheck Shirt

Navy Blue and Brown Pattern Shirt

Blue Herringbone Shirt

Grey/Blue and Red Checked Brushed Cotton Shirt, Mid Blue Brushed Cotton Shirt & Brown and Blue Checked Brushed Cotton Shirt

Light Blue Gingham Check Pattern Shirt

Light Blue Houndstooth Pattern Shirt

The Constant Whiff of Sulphur…

New stock…

Wait for it, ‘old yer ‘orses, I haven’t photographed it yet! Patience Glasshopper (sic.), time will tell.

We are now back open as normal, Monday to Friday 11am – 7pm and Saturday 10am until 5pm.

Stop Press: I have just been accused of closing early too often!

Et tu Brute! Put your tea down, switch off the Netflix, and get some sleep. You know who you are…

I am and will be available outside these hours, by appointment; for an extra fee. You can find details of rates on my personal ‘only fans’ website, which has been reconstructed after a hacking incident. Who would do that? You only had to ask, and I would have sent you the videos.

For a small monthly fee, you can see extra content of me modelling my current ‘Emperor’s New Clothes’ collection!!!

My handcart has been delivered, it’s a one-way ticket from here on in; make a space in a ditch for me. However, strangely the gutter has always been my preference!

So, onwards and downwards, the path unwinds before me, like a Slinky gathering momentum, gravity pulling me down…

There is a curled, crooked, bony finger beckoning me. The smell of sulphur follows me everywhere I go; and yet I have washed a thousand times since the volcanic, hot springs of Arenal, its pool with a swim-up bar and endless shots of Bailey’s Comets. (Look the recipe up, it’s disgusting).

Perhaps the crack in the earth’s crust which had allowed me to escape, has placed its long fiery arm on my collar, like a dog chained to its house.

My purgatory prorogued, put on the back burner as opposed to ice, or the can kicked down the road. It’s like a recurring dream each time I reach down to pick it up, it rolls away like one of those electric toys you can buy to entertain pets.

That shows you the world we live in today, we can always employ a robot to do our bidding, the tasks we could have done, we hand over to technology.

I watched Blade Runner 2049 again, or should I say I attempted to. On neither occasion was I accompanied by the Birdman, so I can’t even blame him. Perhaps, I could employ a robot to watch the films for me and recommend the ones worth watching. The latest attempt was on a flight to Costa Rica, and rather than put me to sleep, it made me so frustrated it kept me awake, for hours! So, then I confused myself further, by attempting to read the plot summaries.

No amount of alcohol, or pills could take the edge off.

Anyways, I emerged from beneath the Earth’s crust in Arenal, to spend 10 days relaxing in Costa Rica. It was rainy season, no silly comments please, I know my geography, and I am a disciple of Ra. Such is the beauty of the country and people, that I almost forgot about the rain! I won’t bore you with more than one sunset, when you could have a hundred different versions in a single evening.

Now unusual as it is for me to promote anything but, I cannot recommend highly enough. I would go back tomorrow.

Sadly, I can’t because I am off to Ibiza. Yes, the lack of sun took its toll, and I need to catch up with Neil. I have an itch to scratch, bare my chest and face the sun, and for that I have the guys at to thank. The tastiest, and I mean that, prepared and balanced meals, I have tried, in my vain attempts to keep my figure!!!

On this note, many of you ask me for the occasional recommendation. I have saved many of the places I visit on my Google Maps and the lists grow with ideas and help from others. They may be of use or not, but if they can be, drop me a note and I will assist where I can.

Moving forward.

Our 20th Anniversary is the 20th October. Thank you for those of you who have congratulated us on Linkedin.

People ask me how we have survived for nearly 20 years.

Luck I suppose, sleight of hand, a trick of the light, smoke and the mirrors… but most importantly, it wouldn’t have been possible by the huge number of friends who have crossed the threshold, and stayed friends. The first people who ever came through the door now live in Argentina, and I still see them a couple of times a year.

I will write more about this closer to the time, but thank you, one and all.. we’re in for another 10 years.

Sunset – Makanda by the Sea



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Absinthe Minded

STOP the presses:

Perseus fresh from a sojourn in Ibiza visited moi to try a pair of stretch cotton chinos…

Now I’m not saying he is high maintenance, but he was soooo tired after a rigorous session in the gym, that he flopped into the leather chair in the basement and beckoned me to pull the trousers off, as he was too tired to struggle with them.

After all, and I quote, “I’m exhausted after doing hundreds of one arm, leg curls!” I think I have to have a word with his trainer…

Let’s get back to matter in hand!

Monsieur Louboutin said recently that he is vaguely horrified… Quelle horreur!

Like all great designers, his existential struggle with his customers really mirrors my own.

Not that you are all tottering around in red soled, high heeled shoes… I said not all of you!

His boeuf, is that he can’t always control how his collection is worn, and by whom. Tell me about it!

Whereas, I do try my best, but sometimes, it’s in one ear and out the other.

Much of the time those red soles are seen gracing the feet of a certain type of professional person, of which the greatest concentration of pairs found in any one location is apparently in Chelsea Cloisters, also known as seven floors of… or so I am reliably informed.

How was Christian to know that his collection would be thrown to the lions of hooker chic?

Not that all of them are off the hook.

I am unaware of any of my clients who would wear my collection in such a fashion, yet I would not be surprised by the peccadillos of those whose needs I humbly attend to.

Perhaps I am Androcles in this story, after all he was a tailor.

Talking about being thrown to the lions.

Our poor Ambassador to the US, Sir Kim has had his red carpet pulled out from underneath him.

The whole thing ‘Smells of Teen Spirit’. Unfortunately, I couldn’t twist that into an anagram of treason.

In this modern age, while our youth is struggling with the dilemma and burdens of social media exposure, the rest of us are coming to terms with the fact, that each time we touch a key there is someone looking over our shoulder, no matter who we are, or where we are.

On a personal level, I have taken to closing my eyes and striking wildly at the keys. It is in the vain hope that like a chimpanzee writing the entire works of Shakespeare, what I produce; may at some time, mean something to someone, somewhere.

At least I can then say I didn’t know what I was writing.

Then you have ‘The D’, who is up all night telling us all to go forth and divide, he just can’t help himself. I can only imagine he wanders off to the loo in the middle of the night, in his red silken pjs, hair askew, his phone in those tiny little hands, leaving Melania like sleeping beauty, awaiting the return of her Prince.

He sits upon his throne, and picks up a copy of National Geographic, the ‘Red Mist’ descends, thumbs aflame.

Women adorn each page, an agender he has never fully understood.

Are we now all, weather obsessed, and with weather apps? Gone are the days of pine cones, holding up a wet finger, or even looking up at the sky. Our phones and watches now buzz with weather updates, a point zero one drop in temperature, severe weather warnings, relative humidity, a tree falling in the forest, a sensor to tell us that the fridge light is on when the door is closed!

Many years ago, Michael Fish was castigated for missing a hurricane.

But fear ye not, we have modern technology, do not be alarmed… It has not rained recently…

They were swarms of flying ants.


No, true; the ants apparently, look the same as rain clouds to certain types of weather radar. I can only assume that locusts resemble, snow. A plague on both your houses!

Just for when you are being a little Absinthe minded!

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