My recent trip to Melbourne gave me the prefect excuse to give my wardrobe a little update. As South Eastern Australia had been experiencing a heatwave, it wasn’t so much an excuse as a necessity to get some summer items.
The seasons are changing and my kids are getting bigger. This means one thing: they need new clothes, in particular new coats.
Being a father of daughters means I have been given an insight into aspects of life that some men never experience. This Christmas time I have added a new experience to the list: visiting a women’s hair stylist.
Socks seem like a reasonably innocuous item, but have you ever seen someone wearing a black suit and Homer Simpson socks? Doesn’t work, does it? Over the past three months I’ve been testing out the Henry J Socks subscription service. It’s the usual thing, you pay a fee and each month a well-packaged pair
I used to know a guy who spent some time working on an Australian sheep station. At every exit to the building, he said there were huge bottles of sun screen mounted on the wall, rather like hand sanitiser in a hospital. As you left the building, you were expected to apply it to every
