Cotton, head to toe. Tricot, Piqué, De Nîmes, Duck.

- White T
- Solid beige Uniqlo polo shirt
- Non breaking, fading APC New Standard jeans
- Sockless in canvas Paraboot "bucks"

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April running true to form, so:  Chocolate brown Paine lambswool (shawl collar), old Viyella Tattersall, Bean denim, Grenfell field coat, J.Press burgundy lambswool scarf, the Sanders chukka boots (complementing the knitwear).

Mr. MacLennan, looking good man, although my blood ran a little cold at the sight of a besuitted man in sunglasses marching up the garden path. It brought back nasty memories of  debt collectors and good hidings.
Nice to get a warm response from you all for my first comments. My old lady was slightly concerned when I told her I was entering a "chatroom". She had visions of me running off with some cyber floozy or downloading saucy pics of ladies of a certain age sprawled on their floral eiderdowns. So I took her through a few pages to show her what goes on. She agreed a less sexual, safer place for me to hang out she couldn't imagine. "It's just a load of men talking about their socks!" she remarked. "That's the sheer beauty of it baby" I answered. She doesn't quite dig it.
What do your significant others make of your style obsessions?

Oh, it's sexual, Mr. B, it's sexual.  Just homosexual.  But tell your old lady socks don't come into it half enough (except Jim's.  He has a number of silk and cashmere numbers stowed away in the attic).  My wife thinks you're all 'nutters'.  But I love you.

I never see a pic of Arthur without wanting to pat him on the shoulder.

Are they all Chelsea fans, then?