Corduroy is back!

In which G.M. Norton comments on the burning issue of corduroy.

Apparently, corduroy is the big hit for fashionistas the world over this autumn, after Prada clad one of their models in this most triumphant of fabrics and shoved them down the old catwalk.

For me, corduroy has never gone away, although that’s not the same for everybody. 

Review: Submariner jumper from Outdoor Knitwear

In which G.M. Norton follows in the footsteps of Royal Navy servicemen.

I've been coveting a cream turtleneck submariner jumper for a good six years. It’s a truly iconic item of clothing, supplied as standard issue to Royal Navy servicemen during the Second World War. 

Worn under duffle coats and serge wool, it became a vital part of the naval uniform with the roll neck providing all important protection on perishing night watches.

Norty joins The British Beard Club!

In which G.M. Norton joins the brethren of bearded brothers.

Since chopping off the over-sized soup strainer and relinquishing my membership to the prestigious Handlebar Club, I've felt a little lost. There's something about being in a gang. Alas, the gangs that congregate where I live aren't really the sort of fellows that I'd like to spend time with, or vice versa.

So a couple of weeks ago, I applied to become a member of the British Beard Club and I'm tickled pink that they granted me admittance. 

Norton of Morton turns 5 today!

In which G.M. Norton feels paternal pride.

Today marks the fifth anniversary of Norton of Morton.

As is tradition, every year I devote a periodical post to my blog's birthday as quite frankly, I'm amazed that it's still running.

For five years, I've published a new entry on the same day and time every week without fail.

Mad Dogs and Servicemen: Peter Freuchen

In which G.M. Norton introduces you to possibly the most extraordinary person ever.

As my little introduction suggests, I was recently alerted to an extraordinary human being who died on this very day 60 years ago. His name? Peter Freuchen.