In which I ponder my fluctuating weight, the dangers of throw away fashion, my first visit to Metro Bank, and finding out I am a micro style influencer.
Sunday 19 May 2019
I foolishly began today by studying my Fitbit app and looking at my bodyweight. I started monitoring it on 26 November 2018 when I calculated that for a man of my age (57) and height/build (5ft 10”) I was 16 lbs overweight. The good news is that since that time, based on my weight this morning, I have lost 4 pounds. Continue reading “The Martini Diaries – Episode 1.”
A few years ago I purchased a travel humidor for my cigars. I have, frankly, never been really happy with it. It works well, but it looks like a mini hard shell suitcase! On the positive side my cigars have never been damaged! On the negative side it only can hold 5 cigars. So, on a long trip it is simply not big enough, and moreover if I manage to buy some cigars whilst on the trip it does not have enough capacity to store those new cigars (which means there is the danger of them being damaged or dried out before I arrive back home).
Continue reading “Stylish, vintage travel humidor for my cigars”
This week I attended a champagne reception for the International Churchill Society (of which I am member) at the Hyatt Regency London – The Churchill. The event launched the new Churchill book ‘How Churchill Waged War’ by ‘Allen Packwood’. The evening was opened by Randolph Churchill, and then Mr Packwood provided an overview of his book and the research he had undertaken into the subject (he is the senior archivist at Churchill College).
Continue reading “The International Churchill Society – celebrating individualism”
Filofax is a unique element of ‘Englishness’, notwithstanding how incorrect that term may now be in our liberal post-Brexit world. I am not afraid to say I am proud to retain a open respect to my country’s origins and its history and traditions. Culture remains a very important element of our identity and I genuinely fear the implications of that loss of identity to the wider tolerance in our society.
Continue reading “The timeless appeal of Filofax”
Recently wandering through the excellent Daunt Books on Marylebone High Street I came across a book which, having now finished reading it, I sense may be about to change my life! It is not often one has that experience with a book, so let me explain.
The book is titled ‘Age is just a number’ and the author is Charles Eugster, a dentist from England, now living in Switzerland. The subtitle is ‘What a 97-year-old recordbreaker can teach us about getting older’. At the age of 63, he took up competitive rowing. At 87, he took up bodybuilding. And at the age of 95, he started competitive sprinting for the first time in his life. He is now a world record-holding athlete. His book is part autobiography, and part inspirational in describing the steps, and the mental processes, he went through in achieving quite the most extraordinary physical accomplishments. Continue reading “‘Age is just a number’ – a book review”
I must start this post by publicly stating my love of magazines – not the online versions, but the heavy, glossy paper ones.
I enjoy wading through the endless adverts, reading the editorials and then the quick page flick through to obtain a high level overview of the excitement to come. Amongst others I consume Vanity Fair, Tatler, The Chap, Country Life, Cigar Aficionado, GQ, and occasionally Esquire.
Continue reading “Rake Magazine Review”
Last summer my blogging colleague the Grey Fox contacted me to say a talented local photographer in London called Chris Aadland was looking for subjects for an upcoming magazine article called “Men and their dogs’ – would I be interested in being photographed? This would be a first – I have never been professionally photographed.
I made an appointment to meet with Chris at the Bomber Command Memorial in Green Park, across the road from my Club in Piccadilly. It did not take long to learn how I must “keep my chin up”, smile (endlessly), look relaxed (whilst being concerned about how I appeared!). However, my aged dog Oscar did not share in this new found skill set – he simply refused to look at the camera. Easily distracted by everything (Oscar is recovering from a stroke, has no teeth left following a gum infection, is 15 years old and deaf!), the longer the shoot took the more tourists kept stopping to take photographs and added to the distractions for Oscar. We tried standing, crouching, even me holding Oscar like a baby in my arms. Then, after countless images (and the heat of June getting to me) Oscar finally turned to look at the camera and voila – an image to keep! Continue reading “How did I land up in a ‘hipster’ magazine?”