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Shopping as men do


I’m writing this as Grifflet and I are on a train to The Diff. We’re on our way to buy his present for his Mam, teaching him the honourable task of last-minute man-shopping.

At the moment, judging from this conversation, it’s fifty-fifty whether she’s getting a necklace or a fire engine.

I’ll keep you posted.

Personal views of a wordsmithing, sartorialist, horn-playing, state school Oxonian dad, rugby ref, recovering politico, and fan of vintage tailoring, Ralph Lauren style, and sharp writing.

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