The odd thing is that, after goodness knows how many years, I'm beginning to lose interest in clothes.  Regular trips to Chiltern Street might prove a corrective to this but I'm not about to undertake them, for various reasons. 
Many of us remain averse to online buying; Ebay, even in the UK, is beginning to lose its dubious fascination.  Most other aspects of clothes buying online have never really appealed to me. 
I tried taking a vague interest in 'outlets', 'retail parks'.  No go.
That leaves, really, just the scattering of 'vintage' shops, most of which seem to offer the same mix of RL, Hilfiger, Barbour, Burberry etc. 
Forget the High Street.  There's nothing going on there and, in Ivy League terms, there probably never was.  Was there?

I used to enjoy wearing chukka boots and wish I'd hung onto the English made Clarks' pair I once had.
Brogue boots I've never even considering wearing, just like anything with a strap, fringe or buckle.
A good deal less is a whole lot more.
Chelsea boots I last wore around the time I passed my Eleven Plus exam and buggered off to grammar school.

Oh, what I have gone a little overboard about, following a decent amount of weight loss, is anything with a crew neck.  Making up for lost time, I guess.  I do not intend, however, to move into Frosty territory so at least one Shetland is earmarked for my younger daughter, now living in penury in Liverpool. 
I snagged her a very acceptable McGeorge for a fiver just a couple of months ago.