Alongside the superfine merino wool, wool and cashmere, pure cashmere and cashmere/silk blend, we now have…
85% cotton, 15% cashmere, in 30 colours, including navy blue!!!
Same number of styles, and all ready for spring…
Some good news, is that delivery dates are starting to improve. We had been looking at delivery times of 6-7 weeks, this is now down to 5-6 weeks, pedantic I know, but every little helps…
Meanwhile, Rishi’s had the bonnet up and has been tinkering with the engine again.
Doesn’t he know, it’s all electric now?
The problem with his Big End continues; no matter how much grease Rishi uses, it won’t budge, refusing to turn or go quietly. It remains in a continual state of denial, and even Vlad the Lad has apparently tried to crank him up, with a another whopping great turn on the starting handle!
I think I preferred it when carts were pulled by horses, at least you knew how and where to avoid the ‘bull’.
But, the obvious question is can Rishi get this vehicle up to 88 miles per hour, or will he go left? I am obviously not condoning exceeding the national speed limit, but where he’s going, we don’t need roads. Well according to Citizen Kahn…
We have no planes, trains or traffic free zones, only Ulez. I’m surprised we have had more complaints about that anachronism!
Ah, transport infrastructure projects, all aboard the gravy train/boat, delete as necessary.
I am also looking forward to many more comments from 30p Lee… I hope he is set to run, and run.
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
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
I have, as I always have; been tripping the light fantastic.
There is some new stock, but this newsletter is merely window dressing, a little foreplay before the main event, call it a drip feed.
I could employ a ‘fluffer’ to keep you all entertained, plumping pillows, stroking cashmere, but already I can feel your minds starting to wander. In a future life I may come back as a goldfish, anyway, where was I? Whoa… stop: side of the bowl!
Lest we forget
To begin the beguine, I would like to thank everyone for their support on my little trip to New York. It was a pleasure to see you all, some old friends, and some new.
And I fell in love, her name is Erica, she’s not yet 2 and adorable. Sorry Henry!
As you can gather I will be planning many more jaunts to quench my thirst for wanderlust, and for those of you who are unsure, ‘wanderlust’ is not a cocktail. I can already see this newsletter will be full of explanations, definitions and double entendres, and that’s starting to confuse the spell checker.
I could sit around all day reading philosophy, pretending I understood Seneca, but as a goldfish I swim in shallower water. The world’s sfumatore is a grey mist, I am a child of blue skies, and talking of blue skies, I was back in Ibiza at the weekend.
Neil world famous tattooist invited me out for a few days cycling, he is a changed man, his days of partying are behind him, now it’s all carbon fibre (fiber for the Americans amongst you), gear ratios and black Lycra.
Two great, long rides in two days, the first included a stop for lunch at Puertas del Cielo. I may have had a slight accident afterwards, whilst I was standing still. Why are there always paparazzi around at moments like this?
The second ride was on the beautiful island of Formentera. I had always assumed that the island was entirely flat! Well it is; apart from the long climb up to the lighthouse at Pilar de la Mola.
Creative writing moment… I climbed the hill up to La Mola, my legs still heavy from the previous day’s exertions and the tarmac was dragging on my tyres in the heat, I navigated bend after bend as I made swift progress towards the summit. My thighs were starting to burn and I changed through the gears to keep my cadence steady, beads of sweat forming on my forehead, each turn led to another, the air thinning and filled with the scent of the pine trees, the tight Lycra clinging to me, fifty shades of blue, not much further… OK that’s enough, my mum might be reading this!!!
The Hills have Hills
The Hills of Formentera
Neil always carries a spare banana in his Lycra… Stop it!
On the way down to El Faro de la Mola he ate the banana and discarded the skin at the side of the road. We stopped at the lighthouse and took some photos, Neil drank a ‘Red Bull’, tucked the empty can into the pocket on the back of his shirt, we turned round to head back to the village, and a well-deserved beer.
We had cycled a few hundred metres when I was passed by a Police car, lights and siren on. There must have been some sort of emergency, perhaps a lost dog; you know one of those toy ones which live in a handbag, maybe it had locked itself out!
BUT no, they were pulling Neil over.
The older policeman who had been driving was lecturing Neil about the illegal dumping of a banana skin. Neil was saying as it was ‘residuos biodegradables’ (hablo español), he didn’t think there was anything wrong with it and then produced the empty ‘Red Bull’ can from his pocket which he was going to recycle!
The younger policeman in the passenger seat was laughing the whole time.
He’d noticed that Neil was smoking a joint.
This could only happen on Ibiza.
Neil was let off with a reprimand and offered to go back and pick the discarded skin up.
Meanwhile he had sent me the location of a dead hedgehog we’d seen at the side of the road; someone would be back for that later, to add to Neil’s menagerie in formaldehyde!
He was in London at the end of last week for a Tatttoo Convention, a great success and I know he was here to pick up a few special things!
Sadly we missed each other as I was preforming live on stage, well not on stage per say, more I was approached by a number of groupies to produce my best Robin Williams impersonation.
Following last month’s newsletter, I have had a note from my accountant asking me to stop wasting jokes. He said it costs too much money and I should know better.
Oh, what a joyless life I live!
Then that’s the problem with accountants, they are always ganging up on me, apparently there is safety in numbers!!!
I have set up new collaboration with a luggage maker in Italy.
The first pieces have now arrived, and the results are spectacular.
Made in a very soft brown calf leather and trimmed with orange leather handles and stitching they are limited to 3 pieces in each design.
Inside they are lined with brown cotton canvas and orange leather trim.
So firstly; for the man who has everything, a shirt carrier at £295
Secondly: a computer bag at £450
Thirdly; a carry-on wheelie at £750
Then there is of course the wedding photo!
And finally the Roll Bag, that isn’t a Roll Bag, but a suit carrier priced at £690. Sadly these are either all sold or on hold for people. I may make some more, in the same colour because of demand, but it will only be another 3, we will then change the colour combination.
THERE WILL BE PHOTOS OF NEW STOCK OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS –
THAT SAID, BACK TO ME.
So the Ibiza Closing Parties have been and gone.
I haven’t been and didn’t go.
The island will once more become Tarry Town, the legend of Sleepy Hollow will continue, and we all know how that ends. Death and a drug crazed headless horseman, or am I wrong, and is that the general state of affairs in Ibiza?
I draw no comparison to anyone I know, fictional characters or friends, or fictional friends, split personalities and quadro-polar suffering people like me.
I have started to post daily photos of what I am wearing, this has been drawing appreciative comments, and a damn sight better than the photos of me in the Emperor’s new clothes.
There is an entire wardrobe created for his Highness made from the finest gossamer fabrics. As a child the mere use of the ‘g’ word would reduce us all into sniggering wrecks, nothing has changed, and Crispian, I am thinking of you. I wear my immaturity with pride and a lot of colour, as you can see from the photos.
As I said the desire to give things up for a month would have a darker side, and after GoSober we are now being told, well OK, encouraged to ‘Go with the Flow’. So the first shower of the day now should involve a little tinkle, and there will be no pot at the end of the golden rainbow. Apparently we could save 720 million gallons a year!
We could turn that into more alcohol and then toast abstention!
So where I want to know, do we go with ‘Gone with the Wind’?
This week a Mark and I had dinner, thank you Mark. It now appears I cannot go out for a meal anywhere in the universe without bumping into someone I know. We headed for Café Murano, and low and behold if I don’t meet another friend there, but also the restaurant manager was someone I hadn’t seen for a few years. Luckily I had left him with a good impression.
I just wanted to make sure I put this in, before I forgot, age et al.
My recommendations for Ibiza next year, which I will update just before Easter next year:
I have been staying here for years. Eduardo Manero is the General Manager and all the staff are fantastic. It has large clean rooms with a balcony, a pool on the roof, close to the centre of Ibiza town and the port in a quiet residential area.
One of Ibiza’s best tapas restaurants, book or be disappointed.
It doesn’t have website, you have to share a table, you can’t book, you just have turn up and wait. It won the ‘La Medalla de Oro’ for food on the Island, and about time too. Dinner will set you back €25 euros including wine, if you push the boat out.
Ibiza town has many similar places they will all require a wait, but there are reasons why you have to wait.