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Another lockdown Monday morning rears it’s head, and to quote Morgan Freeman in ‘Shawshank Redemption,’ “time draws out like a blade.” The first two weeks of January have been productive, culminating in the launch of my new website, but with my ‘to do’ list now done, I’m in danger of being headhunted by my wife…

The show must go on!

As family Michelsberg enters the home straight towards Christmas, this week has been an emotional roller-coaster. On Saturday, tears flowed as Daddy’s Darlings, aged 9 and 11, were told their London cousins would not be joining them for Christmas. Inconsolable, four hours later their racking sobs turned to screams of joy and jumping jubilation, as Bill Bailey lifted the…

Run, Forrest, run!

I’m not exactly what you’d call a key demographic for Sports Direct. I’ve never run, cycled, pumped iron, or played for a team in my life, bunking off rugby and cricket at school, preferring stud poker sessions and cigarettes with my friends. The only sport I’ve done with any regularity is swimming, so when the…

Checking out & Dropping In

Wednesday 4th November, 6am. Squirming under the duvet, I sighed deeply into my pillow with worry. The ‘tup’ sheep needed bringing down from the fells, before I could shut down my shop for ‘Lockdown Two.’ In that curious, hallucinogenic phase of sleep, where dreams become reality, James Michelsberg – Leeds tailor extraordinaire – had transmogrified…

Carry On Corona!

So there she stood on parade, my first born daughter, all ready for her first day at Big School. Shoes polished, a dimple in her tie knot, sleeve length perfect, a credit to her tailoring father. It would have been churlish to bemoan the polyester fabric, fused construction, with not even a Milanese button hole in…

The Michelsberg Trenchcoat

Last week, whilst ‘Airbnbing’ with my in-laws in a rather splendid pile tucked away in the boonies of Lancashire, the owners mentioned they kept hens, and we were very welcome to collect our own eggs. Every morning, my excited daughters would throw on wellies, rush outside and proudly return with the day’s clutch. I’d then serve them…

Roll up! Roll up! Get your sweets here!

On Monday 15th June, my days as a gin-soaked house husband, ended. Hanging up my pinny, I bounced into the Victoria Quarter, a whirling dervish of enthusiasm and pent up energy, sporting a new summer suit and highly polished Oxfords. Bright eyed, head held high like a meerkat on patrol duty, I surveyed my surroundings.…

Back in Business

Like a whippet on crystal meth, I’m exploding with boundless energy, now that Boris has set the retail hare running. I am thrilled and delighted to say that Michelsberg Tailoring will be reopening it’s doors on Monday 15th June, and not a moment too soon. My liver, to paraphrase Scotty in Star Trek, “cannae take any more…

Keep it covered

“Keep it covered, James.” Those were my father’s (rather embarrassing) parting words at the airport, before I headed off to Portugal with friends to celebrate the end of our GCSE examinations. As far as Personal Protective Equipment goes, a ‘love glove’ is all I’ve ever needed, but until now, that’s all changed. In preparation for…