“An evening of poker and debauchery,” was Will Jeffery’s brief accompanying missive to this photograph. An evening of pulling one’s trousers up (if indeed Mr. Jeffery is the fellow in the middle) would have been far more constructive.
On the left we see Andrew Trigg, celebrating his birthday with a glass of bubbly. What’s wrong with that? Nothing, if this were within the pages of a magazine about kitchen units.
“This picture,” writes Benjamin J. Fitch “was taken by a rather sweet young filly I bumped into when stumbling back to my cabin from the bar on the Orient Express. Needless to say I felt it was my duty promptly to turn around and escort her back to the bar. A lady, alone, on the Orient,…
“This is a photo of Mr. Harry Bamford, who we believe is a Chap of the highest order, we hope you agree.” A man who wears tablecloths and celebrates Christmas in the middle of June cannot possibly be taken seriously.
Clément Waquet appears to be some sort of Dadaist, on holiday in Communist China with his potted plants and his amplifier. By not even asking us whether he is Chap or not, he is.
Miss Anne Lawrence of Vancouver, Canada, sent us a photo of her brother Mark and his friend Marc. “Just how flexible are you about the requirements of being Chap,” she asked, “and how much latitude do we get being on the fringes of the Empire?” Madam, we seek to make sartorial improvements in all parts…
Stephen Miller (left) and Andrew Wilson’s response to the recession was to fashion suits (cutting back on the jackets altogether) out of old carpet fabric. This would normally be reminiscent of Blitz-era austerity measures, were it not for Mr. Miller wearing a belt instead of braces. However, it gets worse: he is wearing SUEDE shoes!…
Major Blunder probably thinks it is a matter of course that he is declared a Chap. And in one sense he is right – there is nothing intrinsically wrong about his clothing and his facial hair. It’s just that he looks like the sort of fellow who, one day, might turn a sleepy village in…