Scooter Suiter

April has left me tanned like George Hamilton with the liver of George Best. Yesterday, was my first day back in the showroom since lock down, to check for mail, leaks, rodents and pick up a spare computer for home schooling. Unfortunately, Daddy’s darlings had fully committed to their maths “Rock Stars” homework, and decided to…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

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…

Beware Tineola Bisselliella

My entry-phone buzzed, a mournful, ‘it’s Tim Parr,’ bewailed down the line, then the plod of heavy footsteps, culminating with a groan as he trudged into the Michelsberg showroom. Partner at the financial services firm RSM in Leeds, and owner of several Michelsberg bespoke suits, I could see pain and anguish, etched all over his…

Snow to sweatpants

“Kaiser” Karl Lagerfeld, head of the fashion house ‘Chanel’ for 36 years, died last Tuesday. His high, white collared shirts, black frock coats, swishing silver ponytail, dark sunglasses and cut-off leather gloves had all the dramatic swagger of a modern day Mozart at a steampunk festival. The self-declared, “fashion nymphomaniac who never gets an orgasm,” was…