Saturday, 16 August 2014

What I wore on Wednesday

In which G.M. Norton wears some clothes.


I've been asked by one or two people to share a little more of the gentlemanly attire that I wear.

So, without further preamble, and to keep my promise (we Nortons never break a promise), here is the outfit I cobbled together on Wednesday.
I am happy, honestly. I'm simply trying to appear 'nonchalant'. The result is perhaps 'constipated', instead.

Now, did I do anything on Wednesday? Well, yes I did actually. After a day at the office, I visited a factory in the city of Salford. The factory is one of the last surviving clothing manufacturers in the country and home to the Private White V.C. menswear brand. I had a delightful tour for a feature which will appear in the first-ever printed edition of In Retrospect magazine.

Saturday, 9 August 2014

Review: Tavus cravat from Cravat Club

In which G.M. Norton goes crazy about cravats.

I simply adore cravats. They allow the wearer to still be properly attired even when the shirt collar is open. Cravats also conjure up associations of a winking Leslie Phillips or David Niven, which for me, is only a good thing!
So you can imagine my joy when I received a cravat to review from Cravat Club.

If you’re not familiar with Cravat Club then I recommend you visit their electronic site and immerse yourself in the world of cravats (unsurprisingly) and more recently, pocket squares.
I’ve been casting furtive glances at their collection of silk accessories for quite some time. Aside from the array of interesting patterns and colours available, what sets Cravat Club apart from its competitors is that each and every one of their products is made in England. So not only do you get to ooze style and sophistication but you get to wear something made and produced right here in Blighty.

Saturday, 2 August 2014

On film: The Lady Vanishes

In which G.M. Norton agrees that a million Mexicans can’t be wrong.


I recently had the pleasure of watching The Lady Vanishes, a 1938 Hitchcock film caper about espionage, the disappearance of an elderly lady and cricket.

Marking the peak of Hitchcock’s British period, it is an exquisitely crafted cinematic treasure, boasting a collection of super acting talent including Dame May Whitty as the vanishing lady. 

It was the penultimate picture that Hitch made in Britain before his celebrated move to Hollywood.

Given the identity of the person directing proceedings, you’ll be unsurprised to learn that the plot is of the suspense variety, with just a dash of romantic froth for good measure and lots of comic moments to help ease the tension.

The film begins in the fictional European country of Bandrika, which is the sort of quaint yet suspicious setting that HergĂ© would place Tintin and Captain Haddock in. 

Saturday, 26 July 2014

Review: The Legends London Maximum Hold Hair Gel

In which G.M. Norton tests out a new hair product that makes big bold claims.


I’m a pomade man. I wear it every day and it gives me the look that I desire. So when I received a missive from the interestingly named The Legends London, offering me the chance to test out their new hair gel, I had my doubts.

Over the course of my life, my experience of hair gel has never really been very positive so the mere mention of the word ‘gel’ doesn’t have terribly good associations with me.

Pomade on the other hand is a safe word, a dependable word.

I have an inquisitive nature though so as the hair gel that The Legends were offering was completely free, I thought, why the devil not?

A few days later and the 220ml tub was in my hands, ready to give the hair gel its first outing. As first impressions go, I was quite taken with the red retro design. It wasn’t one of those achingly modern tubs that I associate with hair gel.

Saturday, 19 July 2014

Chap Olympiad 2014: a field report

In which G.M. Norton invites a Handlebar Club chum to recount his Chap Olympiad experience.
Last Saturday, the 10th Chap Olympiad was held at Bedford Square Gardens in Londinium - an annual event where ladies and gentlemen gather for a wonderfully eccentric day of picnics, hobnobbing and competing for Chappish glory in 'sporting' challenges.

Sadly, my moustache and I were unable to make it but rather than let such a glorious soiree saunter by without this periodical marking it in some way, I devised a plan.
As you may have already gathered, I enjoy plotting and scheming, so I made the inspired decision to invite a Chap Olympiad attendee to pen a little something on the gregarious goings-on.
Enter, my chum and fellow Handlebar Club member, Mr. Ryan Pike.
Handlebar Club members including Ryan (far left) and Michael "Atters" Attree (centre)
Please sit back, pour yourself a tumbler of your favourite tipple and enjoy Mr. Pike's account of his experience at the Chap event of the year.
Over to you, Ryan.

Saturday, 12 July 2014

As fit as a fiddle

In which G.M. Norton works up a sweat in the name of gallantry.


Aware of my ever-expanding waistline after too many good lunches, pieces of cake, chocolate, biscuits, crisps, cheese and carrots, I recently made the decision to cut down on the carrots and start exercising.

I must confess, I’m not a very active sort of chap, preferring to plant my bottom in a comfortable armchair than on some form of fitness contraption.

However, it would appear that a few jackets have recently shrunk in size and I’m becoming more self-conscious about my protruding abdominal area. So, it was with some trepidation that two weeks ago, I started a new fitness regime – thirty minutes of good old-fashioned exercise every day. And I must say, after a fortnight of huffing and puffing, I feel much better.

Saturday, 5 July 2014

The Allahakbarries

In which G.M. Norton draws attention to a collection of literary greats and the noble game of cricket.


What do you get when you combine a number of writing greats, one or two intrepid explorers and add a generous helping of cricket? The Allahakbarries, of course – a celebrity cricket team from Victorian and Edwardian England.
 
Founded by J.M. Barrie, the creator of Peter Pan, this extraordinary amateur cricket team played each summer from the years 1887 to 1913, before the First World War had the audacity to interrupt play.

The Allahakbarries – a combination of the founder’s surname and the Arabic phrase ‘Allah akbar’, which they mistakenly thought meant ‘Heaven help us’. It does in actual fact translate as ‘God is great’.

The team sheet quite literally reads like a list of the most famous writers in history, who regularly turned out for Barrie’s team. It included Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, P.G. Wodehouse, A.A. Milne, E.W. Hornung and Jerome K. Jerome. I believe Rudyard Kipling and H.G. Wells also played occasionally, on account of the rather excellent refreshments.

Saturday, 28 June 2014

Strutting summery stuff

In which G.M. Norton is proud to be recognised as a Very Impractical Person.


A little while ago, your favourite protagonist was a V.I.P. guest to a summer vintage fashion show. 
Organised by the Vintage Collective, made up of Paula off of Mint Vintage and Gabby of Vintage Belle fame, it was held in a lovely conservation area in Salford, at a marvellous place called the Creation Café.
The Creation Cafe by the leaning tower of Salford

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Victory is ours!

In which G.M. Norton emerges victorious.


Chumrades, I have exciting news to impart! (Although if you have made the commendable decision to follow me on the Twittering Device, Facebook or Instagram, then this will be old news).

{ Please imagine a drum roll being played, preferably by the rather dapper Mr. Charlie Watts off of The Rolling Stones }

I am quite flabbergasted to tell you that Norton of Morton has been crowned the best vintage blog in the whole kingdom. “Twaddle! Codswallop!” I hear you cry. No, really. I have. Look, see for yourself, I have the trophy and everything.


The award ceremony for The National Vintage Awards was held on Thursday 19th June, so very little time has passed between then and now. I am still feeling rather elated, I must confess.

Saturday, 14 June 2014

Giveaway! Assortment of ale

In which G.M. Norton drinks free beer and encourages you to do the same.


You may not be aware, dear reader, but as I have no inheritance to squander, I work the old nine to five, chained to a desk made of that pretend wood. You know the stuff, with the wood veneer masking its true shoddy self.

Three or four weeks ago (I do forget the small details sometimes), I was scampering away from work one evening after a hard day in front of the 'coal face' when I was alerted by way of vibration to an electronic message.

It was from a lovely lady at Beer52.com. If you’ve yet to be introduced, they are an Edinburgh-based company who deliver a box of eight remarkable bottles of beer from independent microbreweries to your door, once a month.