The Earl of Oxford Street

As a surfer, I dream about the perfect wave. It’s four foot high, the clean surging face a glistening wall of sparkling gold. I’ve searched far and wide, from Devon to Bali, and it’s proven pretty illusive – much like the perfect suit. On a daily basis I’m on the hunt for the finest of threads. Instagram. The Rake Magazine.…

Festive Finery

Tis’ the season for Tuxedos. Invitations to awards ceremonies, fundraisers, banquets and Gatsbyesque style festive bashes often come with that most wonderful of dress codes, “Black Tie.” Without a doubt, the dinner suit is my favourite outfit. It’s a creature of the night – dark, elegant, understated, effortlessly chic. Within every man there is a dormant ‘Bond’ gene, sleeping amongst…

Smuggling Budgies

February 2015. Chalet Morzine. France. Bugger! I’d forgotten to pack my swimming shorts. With gritted teeth and weary legs, I struggled back into my ski gear, hobbled past the mocking jacuzzi, winced longingly at the beer fridge and headed out into the snow in search of something to wear. My options in the ski-shop were bleak. Retina-scalding,…

Carry on Colin

Last Sunday (Fathers Day), after a wonderful time spent with the fruit of my loins, I settled down with Mrs ‘M’ to watch a film that has been on my radar for ages – “Kingsman.” Anything that involves spies, sharp suits, Savile Row and Samuel L Jackson has to be a winner. Right? Well, as my…

Running the Gauntlet

I’ve just finished Ranulph Fiennes’s autobiography, “Mad, Bad and Dangerous to Know.” His ‘why can’t I?’ approach to life is uplifting and truly inspirational. He too had his heroes, and in life, I believe you need people (and their work) to look up to and emulate. Inspiration comes in many ways. As far as tailoring…

Feeling Horny

My Grandma, Edith, used to come out with some wonderful phrases: “She’s all teeth and temptation,” was one of my favourites, as was, “don’t spoil the ship for a ha’p’orth of tar.” The former young filly, is often encountered by a chap, resplendent in a Michelsberg bespoke suit. The latter, is my call to arms…

Short tempered

The one crumb of comfort I’ll take from the end of Summer, is no more encounters like this one in Leeds. As he swaggered past me, rapping “A’m rollin’ wi mi backie…” I didn’t know whether to laugh, or, cry. Sunshine can bring with it a multitude of sins, and last week, on my way…