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.
Do not worry there is plenty more to come…
Copyright © 2018 Adrian Holdsworth. All Rights Reserved.
A new addition to the fold.
Amongst a few new exciting developments for this season, we are now able to offer Made to Measure Polo Shirts.There is a large range of colours and finishes.
I have done my best to road test them, and I deem them Ibiza suitable: as you know; if they work there, they will work anywhere.
Ordering now will mean you will have them in time for Opening Parties.
Sadly these are not available in Red Lycra, which is just as well.
Some new shirts have arrived and they are the first of the new season, with more to follow.
Apparently some of you would like to be reminded that we make garments to measure….
And a bit of eye candy, no, no, no, not Emi, it’s all about me, me, me!
I mean around all my travelling, ducking and diving, you want me to work as well. I’ll have you know I didn’t get into this to have a job it’s more of a role according to Boris, and only a couple of hours a fortnight at that.
A few days in Ibiza here, a weekend in Rome there, it’s as if you are trying to cramp my style!
Anyway, talking of style here are some photos of some outfits that I have put together, in order that you might have some idea of what I will mainly be wearing this summer.
These photos have already made an appearance on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter for those of you who stalk me in such places.
We finally have a full range of summer fabrics for suits, jackets, shirts and beach towels. As it’s not warm enough for beach towels I’ll post those later. I know I’ll only get a slew of “out of office” from those of you who spend more time reclining on a beach than I do.
I’ll keep you abreast of my exploits and travels at another point as we are only a few days in, and don’t worry I’m storing it up.
Goodness, if I have to put up with Neil and Eugene fighting who has the greater column inches each time I write one of these things. Luckily neither on them would be seen dead in any of the things I am posting here!
And so you know it’s not just about jackets, because dahlinks they are so on trend! Heavens I must leave the little green fairee alone!
Look I’m only trying to sound down, and trendy with the kids, and their social media.
I wouldn’t want you to think that we’d forgotten about the suits…. the one above is particularly natty.
Finally here is a photo to show that I can sew. I know you only have my word for that, but I can and have in the past.
Me and the elves are capable of anything, suits, jackets, trousers, shirts, ties, socks, underwear, coats and anything else including beach towels, just ask!
I will defer to Bill Murray to finish, more or less.
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Pimlico and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn’t imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life, but standing here among the clients of Volpe and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn’t imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.
So that means another wine evening soon, and a delivery of new shirts to make those balmy spring days a sunrise closer.