Breaking the rules…

So……I’m wearing blue jeans, a Hugo Boss formal shirt with double cuffs and I was wearing my navy blue blazer. For those who understand sartorial rules: Yeah, I know.

The past week or so I’ve found myself wearing white shirts and most of the white shirts that I have are formal, I have two white oxfords but one is ancient and although it’s comfortable as fuck, it’s really only good for around the house. The other is in good shape but I only have one of them.

The other thing is that I love this navy blazer. Usually if I’m out in the pub I’ll wear an oxford shirt and a sport coat and all my sport coats are tweed. The combination of oxford shirt and tweed sport coat really makes me warm bearing in mind that I can walk about in 0C in a t-shirt so usually I take off my sport coat when I arrive. My blazer is comparatively thin, though, and so with a formal shirt it’s really comfortable even indoors.

I’ve been out a lot this week so I ran out of clean oxfords and ended up wearing formals. Then I ran out of those…..except the Hugo Boss with the double cuffs and I thought, “fuck it, why not?” and I have to say that I think that double cuffs are really starting to grow on me. They’re just a little bit smarter, aren’t they? Also I love the fit of them, it feels more relaxed and comfortable and I have some really nice cufflinks so I think from now on I might start wearing more formal shirts when I’m out, sartorial rules be damned.



I’ve just realised that I’ve been ordering the wrong length of sleeve on my shirts since forever. In fairness this is because I almost always have the sleeves rolled up so it makes little difference but yeah. Normally I b

So I’ve bought myself a shirt with sleeves two inches longer than I normally buy which means that, unbuttoned, the cuff comes down to where my thumb and index finger split. I’m also getting a navy blazer, finally, and so I should have that quarter to half inch of cuff showing.

This is all for the interview and I’m aware that by going business casual rather than in a suit I’m risking things a bit but I’m still going to be exceptionally well turned out, I’ve got a nice new tie to go with it all and I have a hunch that I’m going to be dealing with people who perhaps are not all that sartorially aware.

Le Update MK VIB

Well, things be looking up. One has an interview. In less good news, one has a chest infection albeit mild. The main problem with it is that around 3am I start coughing and I don’t stop. I suspect that this is something to do with the air being too dry because if I open my window the cough vanishes. The thing about that is that it’s usually around 0C outside at night.

In other news, I’ve ordered some jeans. I have a thing about jeans in that everyone wears jeans and I have a natural inclination to avoid herd behavior. I actually find it irritating to look around a place and see a sea of guys in blue jeans. A friend has been nagging me to get jeans for ages and I’ve always said that I don’t want to blend into that herd but I figure that I can be a bit different than 90% of guys in that I’m never going to be doing the jeans and t-shirt thing.

I’ve got myself a new white oxford shirt. Regular readers will know of my love for oxford shirts, especially sky blue oxfords. I’m also planning on finally getting a navy blue blazer. I’m actually planning on asking dad to get it, because reasons. I know. I’m spoiled.

Anywho I think the whole ensemble will look pretty good. I’m even toying with the idea of wearing the blazer to the interview rather than going in a suit but then I look awesome in a suit.




It’s interesting walking through town and seeing all these guys in suits. It really makes me grimace. Like half of them look like rejected fashion models/slightly too camp to project an air of competence and most of the rest look like they think that they’re eighteen and going to a prom or they’re some kind of dodgy used car salesmen. It’s a quarter to a half inch of cuff, not half your fucking sleeve!

A man should never attempt to look flash, because it never works out. At best you look like the young buck who’s trying to make an impression, which immediately signals that you’re the young buck who hasn’t got anywhere in life yet. Also I think that generally, as a man, avoiding fashion and sticking with style, especially classic style, is probably the best course.


Sartorial question of the day: Cufflinks with sports jacket? I shall enquire of the paternal figure since he has a wealth of sartorial knowledge. This generally devolves into a, “What do the army do?” discussion since the British Army has all kinds of ideas on how a man, or at least the officers, should dress in and out of uniform and with dad’s background what the army does is what is done and is the only correct way.

One of those things.

Seeing red

Speaking of clothes, if you want to piss off every man you know, wear red. In fact in general if you’re a guy and you don’t like getting gawked at by other men, do not dress well at all. Just do the jeans, t-shirt and scruffy trainers routine that 90% of guys do. That’s sneakers for those readers unfortunate enough to have not been taught English in school. I digress. Honestly, you put a pair of smart chinos on, wear a shirt with a collar, a nice pair of shoes and a sports jacket and it’s like you suddenly sprout G cup boobs because men just stare and stare at you.


Bllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Feel like shit. I’m listening to grunge and Deftones, this is what I listen to when I’m feeling like telling the world to fuck off. 

Quite surprisingly clothes are now an important part of my life. For perspective from 17 to 29 I wore nothing but black. Now I find myself dribbling over catalogues although I seem to have settled on one company in London who just make amazingly good stuff for very good prices vis Charles Tyrwhitt. Suits. I actually really love suits.

Now I should say that there are suits and there are suits. There are those nasty, shapeless, off the peg things that people ware to work and end up looking like lost school boys in. I should say that here virtually every senior school uniform includes a blazer with a dark pair of trousers, kinda looks suit like, so said suit wearers look like that. Then there are suits which make you look like the dogs bollocks. I’m eyeing up a suit at the moment.

The other day I had occasion to wear a suit and I was at the station with the other besuited personages that reside around here. It was a sorry sight. “You’ll grow into it” were the words that came to mind. Some were clearly under the impression that they were gorillas judging by how long they thought their arms were. 

Charcoal and black are two colours that a suit should never be. Never. Again they look like a school uniform and they lack personality and as I see things clothes are all about personality. There’s a difference between wearing something and rocking it and charcoal and black suits….very hard to rock them. I mean yeah black suits have the whole reservoir dogs look to them,  but you have to be rocking them with a reservoir dogs attitude and most guys just can’t do it and you can’t do it with a baggy ass work suit. Just can’t. You just end up looking like some totally defeated, sorry ass person, which you’re not telling me helps with your job. Dress sloppy, think sloppy, sit sloppy. Fucking, just are sloppy.

Off on a tangent, I think Mason Moore is my new favourite pornstar. Gianna Michaels used to be until she effectively retired, a sad day for all humanity. See if you’re bimbling around and Mason Moore appears before you, y’all better be looking godlike and a decent suit, or decent clothes gives you edge to go “pft” or “tss” and turn away like she’s the biggest joke you’ve ever seen and not worth your time, when she tries shit testing you. This is remarkably effective. About four seconds later you get this tap on the shoulder and I’m like “Now what?” 

Okay this is shifting into mania,