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The Morning Cuppa…The Pants Party

Posted on August 10, 2024

Doing a bit of spring cleaning before closing the winter house and going off to summer quarters in the Costa Brava and came across a drawer of under pants in my home. You know the drawer, so stuffed to the brim you only ever wear the top pairs of pants, launder them and shove them back in the drawer, hardly ever getting to those neatly folded at the bottom. Well, it was due a sorting out. I came across a pair of William Hunt Savile Row pants and had a bit of a giggle. I bought them in 2011. That’s right, thirteen years ago. Another life. Then I was living on The Thames River in Richmond just west of Central London. It was a marvellous locale. I wrote the chapters that take place in London for Book 2 of THE GIFT there. There’s a TK Max in Richmond I loved stopping in for a look about. Prices were good, and top brands to be had. I found loads of William Hunt Savile Row pants for a fiver a pack of three. The quality speaks for itself. I wore these through six Euro Militares, two winters in England, twelve years in Spain, a trip to Moson in Hungary and KMK in Belgium. Thrice in fact. They saw it all in that time and served me well. As they do still it’s just mind bending to realise how articles of clothing can remain when looked after. A pair of pants. Something so mundane. And here they are, still in service thirteen years on. Why don’t we just give them the heave ho? I mean they’re old, aren’t they? But until they begin to spring holes in their fabric they will continue in service. And that’s what it’s about really. Just because it’s old, doesn’t mean it’s broken.

 

As always. The journey is everything.