Why I Don't Wear White

Sorry for the brief hiatus. Have you missed us? In true Mediterranean style, we took the summer (and September) off.

Meanwhile, I got married in Crete. Maybe that’s a little off-brand — the location, that is, not the whole concept of marriage — for a guy who makes a living lionising the Italians.

Don’t worry, the wedding was full of boats dressed in Fratelli. And if we can make these ugly sods look good (myself included), imagine what we can do for you handsome buggers.

Here’s to Greek weddings, la dolce vita, and getting back into the swing of things.

Yamas,

Jon

P.S. The reasons I steer clear of white are: I'm pale, and I'd never upstage the bride.