Threads of isolation

As the cold winds of isolation blow over Corona County, for those newly working at home, these are dangerous times.

My heart goes out to those poor displaced souls, tucked away in the eves with a laptop, unshaven, the crumbs of yesterday’s KitKat, smeared across their jogging bottoms.

One day, you’re a city slicker, the next, a dead ringer for Dominic Cummings.

Being surrounded by people during our working day keeps us on the straight and narrow. Read More

To be continued…

The Corona iceberg has been struck, and the good ship Victoria Quarter, is on her way down.

It’s ‘Lock down’  – to members of the public, verboten.

As I sit here at my desk, putting my business in mothballs, I am officially the last man standing.

Violin poised, bow in hand, I must serenade a sad farewell to you all, until the good times roll again.

But for now, this period is one of the biggest tests many of us will have to endure. Read More

Bojo and the hobo

So this month saw the beginning of Brexit.

As an eighteen year old boy, I remember my father dragging me into the polling station in Bingley for my first General Election.

When I joked I was voting for Neil Kinnock, he entered my booth and to the gasps of poll workers, forcibly moved my pen towards ‘the correct’ box.

I didn’t really mind, and with the exception of watching “Yes Minister” and “The New Statesman” on the telly, my apathy towards politics remains the same. Read More

Loro Piana

This week kicked off with “Blue Monday,” supposedly the most depressing day of the year.

As a Michelsberg customer, your wardrobe will bring such joy into your life as to make every day a delight, however, if you are shaking your way through a dry January, here is the perfect pick-me-up:

“Loro Piana Friday.”

Yes, the latest Spring / Summer collections from our Italian cloth manufacturing friends in Biella, have just landed.

Loro Piana SS20

When it comes to fine threads, they are the premier manufacturer of luxury fabrics in the world, their motto, “quality without compromise.” Read More

Feliz Navidad

It’s 6pm on a Sunday evening and I type this missive, sniffling in front of a log fire, wearing a dressing gown and sheepskin slippers.

Dear friends, it seems, to quote ‘Withnail,’ I have drifted into the arena of the unwell.

With a temperature over 39 degrees, there’s been more perspiration and sighing than in a Ron Jeremy production, but as your brave and stoic tailor, I’m digging deep, determined to have Christmas in good health.

Gazing wistfully into the flickering flames, a bottle of Night Nurse by my side, I can reflect back on 2019 and find many positives. Read More

P (Coat) Off to The invasion of the Style-Snatchers

Heading into Leeds this morning on the train, I surveyed my fellow passengers with an air of melancholic despondency.

To a man, everyone was dressed in Anoraks.

More like a ski lift than a railway carriage, this huddled mass of high tech, zip-infested, shapeless Gore Tex smocks and goose down ‘puffer’ coats, left me mourning for the days when office workers dressed properly for work.

I’m not talking bowler hats, starched wing-collars, brollies and the pink pages of the Financial Times. Read More

Glide & Slide

This month welcomed the Jet2Ski Snow report back into my inbox.

As a young boy, I first strapped on skis at a dry ski slope in Queensbury.

Howling winds, driving rain, and not a clue what I was doing, left me bundled into the passenger seat of the manager’s Triumph Spitfire, heading to the Bradford Royal Infirmary with a multiple compound fracture.

Time (and orthopedic surgery) is a great healer, so I decided to give it another bash in Chamonix and have never looked back. Read More

Hakuna Matata

What better way to spend a grey, wet Sunday with family, than a trip to the cinema to see The Lion King.

Snuggled into our seats, we contentedly munched away on popcorn, as Mufasa proudly presented his cub Simba to the animals of the Pride Lands.

How many fathers have stood on the touch line, watched their son score a magnificent goal, and wanted to raise them upon their shoulders and howl, ‘this is MY son, the fruit of MY loins, bend thy knee in his magnificent honour!’ Read More

Cheers for Chinos

Having just returned from a wonderful break in Runswick Bay on the East coast, I have to admit I’d gone rather feral.

Whilst most of my customers assume I relax in velvet smoking jacket, embroidered slippers, silk cravat and fez, my downtime is marked by a far more casual approach to dress.

The pleasure of getting up, a quick teeth scrub, throwing on an old t-shirt and heading off to Saltburn for a surf in the brine, is a welcome break from my usual, rigorous morning ablutions – think ‘American Psycho’ and you’re not far off! Read More

A Right Royal Ascot

This month, the Michelsberg social calendar hit a serious purple spot, when my friends, Paul & Jo Flynn, invited my wife and I to attend Royal Ascot.

The first, and indeed last time, I wore my bespoke morning suit was at my wedding, eleven years ago.

Cut and sewn by three tailors based in North Leeds, they were some of my earliest manufacturing partners when I launched my business.

The cutter, Barry, had a sign outside his atelier (wooden shed) declaring himself a “sartorial artist.” Read More