Letter from Editor
Whereas the popularity of, and esteem for, British style seems immortal, pride in being British is these days about as fashionable as a mullet. Deposits of patriotism — and by that I mean of the old sense, the king and country sort, the kind that saw men go over the top and “risk life and limb for Blighty”, as General Melchett would say (see Rake Incarnate, by Nick Scott, on page 216) — are a dirty secret to many people, and it is a shame.
For one reason or another I have always been aware that I
