The Shirt Sizing Guide I Wish Someone Had Given Me
I’ve had a customer tell me, dead straight faced, that a medium is a medium and always has been, so just buy your size and stop overthinking it. I’ve also…
I’ve had a customer tell me, dead straight faced, that a medium is a medium and always has been, so just buy your size and stop overthinking it. I’ve also…
My nephew turned up at Christmas in trousers with a cuff on them so deep you could have posted a letter in it, and my brother, who has never once…
The rule gets repeated so often it’s practically stitched into the strap: watch goes on your non-dominant wrist, right handers wear it on the left, left handers wear it on…
There was a fella at the Sunday market a few weeks back, flicking through a rail of trousers so fast he wasn’t really looking at any of them, just running…
My mate Dan turned up to a barbecue in July wearing loafers with no socks, and someone asked him if he’d come straight from a meeting. He hadn’t. He’d come…
I have stood in my own hallway, coat half done up, restarting a scarf three separate times before leaving the house, because the first two attempts made me look like…
I’ve had two mates give me completely opposite belt advice within about a fortnight of each other, and neither of them was wrong exactly, they were just both convinced their…
I once spent forty minutes in a changing room in Moorgate, alone, doing a sort of slow squat in front of a mirror, trying to work out whether a jacket…
Right, I was sat with a bag of frozen peas on my knee after Sunday league, going absolutely nowhere fast, catching up on a stag do group chat that had…
I was in a scrum of a Sunday market stall in the Barras, three deep in front of a rail, a shirt already half off its hanger and half onto…