Friday, 12 December 2008

The Chap


Ah, The Chap magazine. While the country plunges deeper into recession, The Chap goes A4 and expands to 12 pages. Thank goodness! Where else can one obtain glossy articles on Georgian rakes?
From The Chap Manifesto: Society has become sick with some nameless malady of the soul. We have become the playthings of corporations intent on converting our world into a gargantuan shopping precinct... we live in a world where children are huge hooded creatures lurking in the shadows; the local hostelry has been taken over by a large chain that specialises in chilled lager, whose principal function is to aggravate the nervous system... It is time for Chaps and Chapettes from all walks of life to stand up and be counted. But fear not, ye languid and ye plain idle: ours is a revolution based not on getting up early and exerting oneself - but a revolution that can be achieved by a single raised eyebrow over a monocle; the ordering of a glass of port in All Bar One; the wearing of a particularly fetching cardigan upon a visit to one's bookmaker...

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3 comments:

Laura said...

I had no idea this magazine existed. Inspired!

I once had a housemate who owned several types of dress uniform, a monacle and selection of tweed jackets. It would be in no way unusual to find him in the kitchen, dressed in a Bolshevik army uniform mixing himself a Bloody Mary. This magazine would suit him down to the ground...

He's now a policeman (uniform fetish-definitely!)

Mrs Woffington said...

This housemate sounds brilliant! My boyfriend hasn't gone quite so far, but does read The Chap. You might enjoy this Guardian article about Chaps distributing tweed to hoodie-wearing kids on council estates:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,,1644163,00.html

Laura said...

He was brilliant, though a little unorthodox. We used to go mountain climbing together, and whenever we reached the summit, he would open a pack of cigars and pull a copy of The Sun out of his rucksack. He once asked for ID from a man I was going on a date with because he suspected he was a liar! Actually, a little unorthdox would be the biggest understatement ever.

Don't even get me started on the cheese and wine evenings...

Special memories. They bring a tear to the eye (sniff) ;) I have so many, they might make a good blog post!

I'll check that article out, thanks.