Shirtfronted
Leaving Italy and in desperate need of some clean clothing, I found myself strolling down Jermyn Street. There's nothing Aryan about it. It couldn't be more English; by its locality – in the centre of London – and by virtue of what it provides, access to high quality British artistry and craftsmanship. Shopping on this strip can be an intimidating experience. Dating back to 1664 when Charles II authorised Henry Jermyn, the Earl of St Albans, to develop the area it has flourished ever since and is home to the city's finest men's tailors, suppliers of leather goods and shirt makers. You need to have a purpose to shop on Jermyn Street. Enter a store, make a decision and don't look back. I know shopping, at least I thought I did. Captain Peacock swooped as soon as I stepped foot in his shop full of shirts. He stopped short of asking the obvious question, "are you being served?" Instead, he politely enquired into my immediate needs and henceforth s...