A lovely lady from Scaramanga sent me an electronic telegram to ask if I would be interested in one of their leather bags. Seeing it as my duty to review one for you, I agreed without hesitation. You need to be assured of their quality, after all. Sharing a name with my favourite ever […]
In which G.M. Norton takes his new suit on a strange little outing. A milestone for any gentleman, I recently acquired my first ever three-piece tweed suit. A grey number, with a red windowpane check, it is from Messrs Walker Slater. They have clothing emporiums in both Edinburgh and Londinium but as I reside near […]
Chumrades, I have exciting news to impart! (Although if you have made the commendable decision to follow me on the Twittering Device, Facebook or Instagram, then this will be old news). { Please imagine a drum roll being played, preferably by the rather dapper Mr. Charlie Watts off of The Rolling Stones } I am […]
In which G.M. Norton shares six of his favourite Instagrammers. Since throwing myself into Instagram, it’s been love at first like. When I first heard of Instagram, I thought it was just one of those photograph filters that could make your snaps look olde-worlde. Then perfect strangers started to like my photos and I couldn’t […]
So far, we’ve looked at two eccentric military heroes as part of the Mad Dogs and Servicemen series. First of all, there was “Mad Jack” Churchill who went World War Two armed with a sword and a bow and arrow. Then there’s the splendidly named Sir Adrian Carton de Wiart. Known as ‘the unkillable soldier’, […]
In which G.M. Norton looks both ways, taps his nose and sagely informs his readership about the best hair dressing product for gentlemen. When it comes to a gentleman’s hair dressing, there is really only one option – pomade. If you’re not familiar with this particular hair product, please allow me to enlighten you. Pomade […]
I’m afraid that if you were to search the internet for ‘Sabrina’, most of the results will be for a teenage witch from the 1990s. If you’re from an older generation or like me, have an interest in previous eras, then Sabrina will bring up something altogether quite different in the ‘search result’ of your […]
Quite by chance, my beard recently fell into the sink, leaving me with a pencil moustache. I was surprised, but delighted at the same time. You see, for many years, I have admired this facial punctuation mark. The pencil moustache harks back to a bygone age and is brimming with charisma and a large dose […]
In which G.M. Norton picks out fabulous Christmas gifts for vintage guys and gals. With Christmas soon upon us, it provides us with the guilt-free opportunity to partake in heavy eating and even heavier drinking, all under the guise of ‘getting into the festive spirit.’ Wonderful stuff. Aside from the continuation of one’s bacchanalian […]
As a fellow who enjoys a refreshing libation from time to time, when I was invited to sample the delights of a vintage fair held in a local drinking tavern, I didn’t need much persuading. Organised by the lovely Paula Duffy off of Mint Vintage, the Kings Arms Vintage Fair is a monthly affair, […]
Growing up, I’ve always been a fan of Leslie Phillips so upon learning that he was going to turn 90 tomorrow, I couldn’t possibly not mark it in some way. Leslie has just spotted a nice little filly With blue eyes, pencil moustache, roguish charm and that unmistakeable voice, Phillips lit up the screen. With […]
These are troubling times, chumrades. Troubling times, indeed. I’m not referring to world atrocities, you understand. This periodical is a sanctuary to take your mind off truly serious matters. Today, I’m writing about the decline of red trousers, standard issue for the English country gentleman. Fabulous illustration courtesy of Country Life, with thanks It […]
A well-pressed shirt is one of life’s small pleasures. However, pressing the damn thing is not. At least for me, anyway. In the absence of my own personal valet (please apply within), I usually dedicate Sundays to work my way through a mammoth pile of crinkled clothes with the help of my faithful steam iron. […]
In which G.M. Norton defends the Duchess of Cambridge’s honour and challenges the French to a duel. Upon hearing that the Duchess of Cambridge had been ‘papped’ by the French gutter press after a most powerful parisian wind had somehow blown her clothes off of her, red-blooded men across the land will have rushed […]