If, like Alison Moyet, you go weak in the presence of beauty, you’ll want to hold onto something sturdy before scrolling any further. Because it’s time for a second instalment of brilliance from the mysterious bods at Gallantry. To re-cap, I have no idea who or what Gallantry were. I know only that they produced magnificent football catalogues in the 1990s. To see the 1994/95 … Continue reading Inside the 1995/96 Gallantry catalogue
Who were Gallantry? I’m convinced that not a single person in the world knows. I’ve searched and searched, but nothing ever comes up (although, on the flip-side, I have inadvertently become an expert on military medals). The one thing I do know about them is that, for at least two years in the ‘90s, they produced glorious catalogues that have since become wonderful time capsules … Continue reading Inside the 1994/95 Gallantry Catalogue
No one writes letters any more, do they? I mean, it’s for the best really. Letter-writing was rubbish. You had to find some decent paper, and an envelope that was the right size, and some stamps. You had to do your best handwriting (who even has handwriting any more?). You had to lick the disgusting envelope, like some sort of animal. You had to walk to the … Continue reading You’ve Got Mail
I’m not one of those fashion guys. I’ve never been stylish. When I’m out and about, I do my best to look presentable, and I wear stuff that I like to think looks alright, but that’s pretty much as far as it goes for me. The second I get home, I fling on a knackered pair of Sports Direct trackie bottoms and I’m basically in … Continue reading Old Man in a Football Top
