Salute to the Forties

Salute to the Forties describes itself as ‘spiffingly nostalgic’, two words that sum up the kind of stiff-upper-lip nostalgia we British specialise in. Whereas a lot of the UK’s vintage events focus on Americana (nothing wrong with that, of course, some of my favourite festivals etc. etc…),  for one weekend in September the Historic Dockyard…

The Fabulousness of Princess Margaret

Okay, so she never got to be Queen. Missed it by a whisker. Coming second has its advantages though, as Prince Harry will tell you. It allows a freedom you’d never have if you actually had to be monarch. Princess Margaret could be wild. She could break the rules. She could smoke and go out with…

Party Time – Bourne & Hollingsworth style…

  The fabulous Bloomsbury Ballroom, still resplendent in original 1920s deco glamour, oozes sophistication from a former age. Just pushing open the heavy, geometric-stark doors in chrome and wood and glass, descending those gleaming marble steps and passing silver lanterns in moderne style notches-up the excitement to Harlem-level. Reflected in mirrored wall panels the red-lit…

Atomic Mid 20th Century Festival

It’s new! It’s Jet-Age! It’s ATOMIC! With a wham-bam, thank-you, ma’am blast of confidence like that, the new Atomic festival sets itself a high bar. But then Robin and Colette, Jerry Chatterbox and Miss Mary Ann know a thing or two about organising festivals. Both the Rockabilly Rave and the Rhythm Riot have been going…

The Tweed Run

“I say, old chap, is that a 1934 Raleigh I see before me?” “Actually, it’s a ’35. The hub-sprockets were three-eighths of an inch larger on the touring model that year. But tell me, which tailor supplied that extraordinary pocket-square?” Not an actual conversation I heard on this year’s Tweed Run, but not far off….