Sunday 16th June is the Day of the Dad, when fathers across the land emerge from whatever wooden building they spend the rest of the year hiding in, to be showered with gifts from their offspring. We’ve all seen that look on pater’s face when he unwraps the hoe you bought him from the garden … Keep Reading
“My father used to say, ‘Son when you hunt Anaconda, hunt it in style’,” writes Owain Hopkins. And mine used to say, “A man wearing jeans deserves to be bitten by an Anaconda.”
All well and good, and we admire your choice of tobacco blend – but you seem to have adapted your wardrobe to suit the suburban housing estate you have wandered into. Go to St James’s and do the same.
“Hate to admit it,” writes Lord Hare of Newham, “but was rather caught off guard by this photographer-chappy, at the recent Chap Olympiad event at Vintage at the South Bank…..was lost in thought, rummaging about for my tin of Brown Study.” Dear readers, if it is not yet clear after 59 issues, this is how a Chap should dress, stand, act and smoke.
“May I ask your humble advice?” writes Michael Boxser. “I have a party to attend in Shropshire and the Dress code is 1920s/1930s. As I am from Chicago, and of course, our heyday was the days of Al Capone, Hymie Weiss, and James “Big Jim” Colosino, I would love your opinion as to whether I should pursue a Chicago 1930′s look?” No, I wouldn’t bother. Find a party with a more relaxed dress code, though they still probably won’t let you in.