This June, I attended three garden parties across a single weekend. There was a charity fundraiser in the Cotswolds which started out beautifully sunny before rapidly escalating to hailstones just…
I’ll never forget when I realised British office dressing had changed forever. I was meeting Jamie for lunch near his office in the City one of those dismal half-empty return-to-work…
The motivation for this week-long experiment began with my girlfriend telling me I take my intentionally-small wardrobe too seriously. While watching Sherlock reruns one lazy Sunday in February she remarked,…
Last Tuesday, I got caught in a biblical deluge. You know the sort. The sort that pelts down from steely-grey clouds so heavily that the rain actually rebounds off the…
Around May every year, the British population is gripped by collective delusion. It’s brightened up. Today is different. This year we’re actually going to have a summer. This year, that…
Last summer, I made the mistake of RSVPing yes to invitations to three separate garden parties across one weekend. One blustery Sunday night, I found myself regretting each life decision…
You remember that day? Last August. Twenty-six degrees and absolutely no clouds in the sky. Beer garden day. The day where suddenly half your Facebook feed is inexplicably full of…
The office Christmas party is a kind of temporal torture reserved only for Britain. That strange place in December – sometime between 4pm on a Friday and when your workplace…
Look, I’ll admit it: I’ve feared the death of the British high street as much as anyone. I’ve endured the depressing procession of Topman closures and House of Fraser downsizings…
Full disclosure: when I first started working in tech 10 years ago, if someone had told me they cared about overcoats I would’ve assumed they had some kind of issues…