Saturday, 27 May 2017

Stark contrast

In which G.M. Norton is happy just to get through the week.


In my first ever periodical post back on 8th September 2012, I described my little slice of the interweb as “a safe refuge, an air raid shelter or bunker if you will”, a little escapism away from what’s happening in the world.

Well, it’s been difficult to escape the horror of Monday night’s terrorist attack at the Manchester Arena. For those that don’t know, I reside in Manchester. I was born here and I’m proud to still call it home.
Manchester responded in typical defiant fashion, so I’m going to follow suit and carry on regardless. Which means waffling on about the weather and clothes.

Saturday, 20 May 2017

Review: James McCabe Watches

In which G.M. Norton adds a real beauty to his growing collection of watches.


Until very recently, my watch collection consisted of diver, field and chronograph watches but for somebody that tries to put an effort into what I wear, I was bereft of a dress watch. Thankfully, James McCabe Watches came to my rescue, who sent me a watch from their Heritage line.

What I particularly like about James McCabe Watches are that they're assembled in the UK. Given that a made in Britain watch would today cost thousands and thousands of pounds, a watch assembled here in Blightly is the next best thing.

Given the choice of any watch from their site, after a good day or so umming and ahhing, I settled on this beauty.

Saturday, 13 May 2017

Long Live Victoria!

In which G.M. Norton possesses a piece of Victorian history.


As I've rambled on in previous periodical entries, I have a particular fondness for the Victorian era.

It all began poring over Sherlock Holmes stories, which then led to reading about real-life crimes from Jack the Ripper and Dr Crippen (Holmes writer, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle attended his trial).

Rampley & Co have recently released a new collection of pocket squares, based on pieces from the Victoria and Albert Museum in the Big Smoke.

Saturday, 6 May 2017

On film: Million Pound Note

In which G.M. Norton enjoys an old classic.


A little while ago, I mentioned the delights of Talking Pictures TV, a television channel in Blighty that shows classic film fayre from yesteryear (I’m quite proud of that little rhyme).
As a midweek treat, on Wednesday evening I enjoyed watching a film that I’d recorded, the early 1950's film The Million Pound Note (released as Man with a Million in the US). I have fond memories of watching this as a child (thank you, mother) so it was a treat to watch it again. 

Gregory Peck is an American, who arrives in England by accident, after a spot of bother at sea. He is penniless, with only the ragged clothes on his back, but with a willingness to find gainful employment.

Saturday, 29 April 2017

Over the Moon

In which G.M. Norton takes the time to show off his new watch.


I have a particular obsession for watches at the moment, which is showing no sign of waning.

Things that have a story always catch my interest and that’s the same with watches. In 1969, when man went to the moon, every astronaut was wearing an Omega Speedmaster Professional, the only watch certified by NASA. As such, it became an icon for watch and space fans alike. Alas, at £3,500 it’s ever so slightly out of my budget.
However, in 2015, it emerged that another watch also went to the moon, during the 1971 Apollo 15 space mission.

Saturday, 22 April 2017

It's a corker!

In which G.M. Norton rejoices at reaching double figures.


Well chumrades, Spring has now sprung with daffodils standing as flowery proof. As we’re now in a new season, it means that a new edition of In Retrospect magazine is available for your reading pleasure.
We’re now on issue 10 which feels like quite an achievement to move into double figures.

Saturday, 15 April 2017

He is risen

In which G.M. Norton is not here for he has risen.


Not only is tomorrow Easter Sunday, but it also happens to be my birthday. 35 years old. Thank you, that's very sweet of you. Yes, I do look young. And yes, sometimes I do get challenged for ID when buying alcohol. Okay, that last bit isn't true, at least since I've been sporting face whiskers. 

I like Easter and not just because it's my birthday. After all, unlike Christmas Day, Easter has no fixed date (which I must admit, I find this a little annoying).  Plus, I don't really do birthdays. 

Anyway, yes, I like Easter. After all, what's not to like? Not only did the son of God come back from the dead, which is a little far-fetched even for Christianity, but there's the small matter of eating lots and lots of chocolate. 

Saturday, 8 April 2017

When Mr Norton met Mr Jenks

In which G.M. Norton rabbits on about silk hankies.


As you may have discovered through reading this periodical, I enjoy collecting things.

I've always been this way. It's my inner magpie.

One of the collections that I'm most pleased with is my apparant stockpile of pocket squares. After all, any self-respecting gentleman needs plenty of options for peacock preening purposes.

Yesterday I counted my square collection and discovered that I had 33, including two new additions from a Dublin-based men's accessories company called Mr Jenks.

Saturday, 1 April 2017

Introducing Percy Le Moo Moo

In which G.M. Norton receives a big surprise.


I recently made the acquaintance of two frightfully good eggs, Percy Le Moo Moo and Binty Bagshot. They make all sorts of things from bags, cushions and aprons to cravats and boxer shorts. What’s more, they are in Bury in Greater Manchestershire, which is only a few short miles from where I reside.
As they seemed so lovely and unable to resist a liberty print cravat and the prospect of a tweed coin purse complete with Tintin lining, I fired off an order on Etsy. The cravat and coin purse was posted out the very same day and arrived quickly and beautifully presented.

Saturday, 25 March 2017

The wonder of the fake tweed jacket

In which G.M. Norton reveals his ruse to wearing tweed when it's warm.


With Spring now here, it really is time to consider what to wear when the sun decides to show its face.

I must admit to being something of a forward planner so such thoughts have been whirling around my over-active, confuddled and extremely warped mind for quite a few months.

You see, I simply despise putting away the old tweeds. That’s where the fake tweed jacket comes into play. 

Now, fear not chumrades. I’m not about to encourage counterfeit and illegal wares and risk the good Norton name. I’m referring to a cotton jacket that looks like tweed. Lighter, cooler and unlined.

At this point, I can almost hear mouths dropping open and teaspoons dropping in shock that such items exist. Well, yes they do.