Saturday, 21 October 2017

Review: Piper Speciale quilted jacket from English Utopia

In which G.M. Norton finds a new way to keep off the autumn chill.


You may recall that last year, I worked myself into a relative lather over my Floyd tweed jacket from English Utopia.
Well, I’m now in proud possession of one of their quilted jackets – their Piper Speciale to be precise. Colour options include black and navy, but being a traditionalist, I opted for the time-honoured olive.

Saturday, 14 October 2017

On film: Kingsman - The Golden Circle

In which G.M. Norton indulges in a little escapism.


Yesterday, my beloved and I sloped off for a pleasant afternoon together. After a nice spot of something to eat, we ambled over to the local picture house to watch Kingsman: The Golden Circle.
I love the cinema. There’s something about the darkness and relative solitude (I usually avoid times where it will be particularly busy as unless I’m feeling particularly extrovert, I detest crowds and noise). The last film that I watched at the cinema was Dunkirk, which I actually went to alone. It was the first time that I’ve ever gone to the cinema on my own and it was absolutely wonderful. I felt like Don Draper sneaking away from the office to be transported to somewhere else for a couple of hours. Bliss.

Saturday, 7 October 2017

Being a jerk

In which G.M. Norton ponders a potential purchase.


Now chums, I've been mulling over a purchase for a good year or so - a reproduction leather jerkin, worn by British armed forces in both world wars. 
Robert Shaw worn one alongside Barbara Bach and Harrison Ford in war flick, Force 10 from Navarone.

Saturday, 30 September 2017

Corduroy is back!

In which G.M. Norton comments on the burning issue of corduroy.


Apparently, corduroy is the big hit for fashionistas the world over this autumn, after Prada clad one of their models in this most triumphant of fabrics and shoved them down the old catwalk.
For me, corduroy has never gone away, although that’s not the same for everybody. 

Saturday, 23 September 2017

Review: Submariner jumper from Outdoor Knitwear

In which G.M. Norton follows in the footsteps of Royal Navy servicemen.


I've been coveting a cream turtleneck submariner jumper for a good six years. It’s a truly iconic item of clothing, supplied as standard issue to Royal Navy servicemen during the Second World War. 
Worn under duffle coats and serge wool, it became a vital part of the naval uniform with the roll neck providing all important protection on perishing night watches.

Saturday, 16 September 2017

Norty joins The British Beard Club!

In which G.M. Norton joins the brethren of bearded brothers.


Since chopping off the over-sized soup strainer and relinquishing my membership to the prestigious Handlebar Club, I've felt a little lost. There's something about being in a gang. Alas, the gangs that congregate where I live aren't really the sort of fellows that I'd like to spend time with, or vice versa.

So a couple of weeks ago, I applied to become a member of the British Beard Club and I'm tickled pink that they granted me admittance. 

Saturday, 9 September 2017

Norton of Morton turns 5 today!

In which G.M. Norton feels paternal pride.


Today marks the fifth anniversary of Norton of Morton.

As is tradition, every year I devote a periodical post to my blog's birthday as quite frankly, I'm amazed that it's still running.

For five years, I've published a new entry on the same day and time every week without fail.

Saturday, 2 September 2017

Mad Dogs and Servicemen: Peter Freuchen

In which G.M. Norton introduces you to possibly the most extraordinary person ever.


As my little introduction suggests, I was recently alerted to an extraordinary human being who died on this very day 60 years ago. His name? Peter Freuchen.

Saturday, 26 August 2017

Review: Madcap England velvet breed jacket

In which G.M. Norton unleashes his 1960s dandy.



When I was five years old, I was interviewed by the local newspaper (goodness knows why). One of the questions posed to me was the old favourite, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”. My response was that a career in the police force beckoned. Possibly influenced by a plastic toy policeman that was strewn across my bedroom floor, while his motorcycle lay on its side, wheels spinning.
As the years passed by, my career aspirations have changed somewhat. 

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Big head strikes again

In which G.M. Norton insists that he's a wallflower really.

Over the years, my silly face has appeared on billboards, the back end of buses, and in the lost and found section of the local newspaper. Now though, the matter has really got out of hand.

Sauntering to the office one morning and what should I be greeted with? Well, I'm going to tell you. A ten foot banner of your favourite protagonist, draped over the town hall.