Lord Simons of Hill Rise and his trusty knaves, Sir Kenneth of Brentford , Baron Geoffrey of Essex and the Jester Lally

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Ivy is too easy and therefore too difficult.  It will not appeal to a mass audience.  There is no uniform.  It's too restrained, too - if I may be permitted to use the word - 'geeky', altogether too conservative, deep, exclusive and demanding.  Too many would reject even the basics.  A mod, making the transition, might wonder if he is doing the right thing.  He is no longer part of a visible 'something'; people no longer recognise him.  His clothing has become, in the eyes of many, somewhat 'commonplace', mundane even.  It is largely 'alien' (as Russell Street has noted), and it takes great determination to become a modest part of the wider landscape: not putting on a show.  The personal choices are complex, too - or can be.  They needn't be but often are.

Ivy, you see, is easy and therefore too difficult.

Thank you very much, Alex.  I had drunk an unaccustomed glass of Australian Merlot with my Italian dinner.

So...  the mass marketing once again of Fred Perry polo shirts, Levis and desert boots?  Besides, even Hewitt was probably right about the consequences: the originals were down at Ronnie Scotts and their younger brothers joined them there.

Come on, John.  Be of good cheer.  I just can't believe it'll happen that way, that's all.

I agree Alex, Rip captures its paradoxical qualities, like RS often does.

An alien style that would be considered mundane by many? Get outta here. It's spot on though.

How such a "mundane" qualification has come about is something that still puzzles me. It implies a certain familiarity with the style among its outsiders. Most people will recognize it but hardly anyone will be able to pinpoint it.

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People carry it around in their subconscious and hence they're not conscious of it. Basically, this is Post War American Culture at work.

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I popped out of my home last night to buy a pint of milk and was accosted by a gang of teenagers (average age probably 17), all wearing identical scruffy pea coats (many with slogans written on the back) chanting 'We are the ivyists' and looking for someone to fill in.  Indeed it's only because one of the more clued-up members noticed I was wearing no break chinos and loafers that I escaped a beating, and even then they were very disgruntled that I didn't want to hang out with them.

Toffeeman you've created a monster!

I have the book on pre-order, hopefully it's as good as everyone says!

Toffeeman you need to do a Kubric (re. A Chocolate Orange) on this one - withdraw it now before fatalities ensue.