How was your Christmas? PANTS

Bjorn Borg pants

When I was in my early teens my neighbour, who was advanced in her years, bought me some silk boxers with love hearts on them. They were incredibly uncomfortable and due to the nature of the material they were constantly sliding up my back. I didn't need the playground bully to wedgie me, I was doing it myself every time I got off my chair. But at no point did I think the gift to be an inappropriate gesture. However I have noticed a severe sea-change in the politics of buying people pants over this festive period. Mother-in-laws are constantly debating the inner conflict and morality of buying pants as gifts. I say, bring it on. Live a little, and spruce up the christmas stocking. You'll feel liberated and born again. Or should I say Bjorn again! 

Take a look at the Bjorn Borg boxers we have on our site.

It's not too late to get some delivered to your door, for free before Christmas.

These Bjorn Borg Sketchbook Boxers are 95% cotton 5% elastane. Say JA! to Bjorn Borg boxers. Pointless Bjorn Borg fact: Bjorn Borg once auditioned for the part of James Bond shortly before the role was finally given to Timothy Dalton. Rumour has it he only missed out because he couldn't pronounce the name Bond. "Ya my audition was perfect!" Borg told Time magazine. "Look I do it for you now, My name is Bjond Ya. James Bjond." 

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Wallet

Not large enough to carry the head of a
mythological beast.

The wallet has a wonderful backstory. It originally came from the name of the sack Perseus used to carry the head of Medusa. You remember Medusa, that chick with snakes for hair that turned onlookers to stone by looking at them. Good old Perseus I say, you don't want a crazy cow like that swinging around the local pubs. Well the wallet has evolved since those primitive times. This Voi Jeans Cobra Bottle Opener Wallet, nicknamed the Swiss Army Knife of wallets, has a PU leather effect that not only has the logo embossed on the front, but also a bottle opener on the corner. Young men attempting to open bottles of Desperado's with their teeth accounts for 65% of broken canines. That's just good science. So let the Cobra wallet do the job and save you a trip to the back alley dentist. 

Classic attire for a knife fight.

Long Johns

The Long Johns have an equally interesting history. They were first introduced into England in the 17th century and were supposedly called long Johns after a famous knife fighter who fought in thermal underwear.

Check out these Bjorn Borg Skull Chain Long Johns that are 95% cotton, 5% elastane.  Pointless Bjorn Borg fact: Bjorn Borg's star sign is a Gemini. Gemini's are apparently the nuts at doubles tennis. But interestingly Bjorn hated doubles. He was very much like every movie cop from the 80's. Doesn't need a partner, works better alone, lives on the edge, smokes, drinks heavily because his wife left him, estranged from his kids, you get the picture.

Belts

No the Bat belt, but good enough.

Belts have been documented for male clothing since the Bronze Age. This Voi Jeans Holster Belt is a classic leather belt featuring branding embossed directly onto the leather. This belt doesn't actually come with a holster or gun, however it is real leather, so think on if purchasing it for your vegan friend. However I did have a vegan friend who wore leather boots, he said Jesus used to wear leather sandals, and if it was good enough for him...and you can't really argue with that can you.

George Lamb interview

It's not really relevant to this blog,
but does anyone have the number for this blonde?

Well he's better dressed than Tom Hardy. Not my words Hardy fans, but the words according to GQ's list for best dressed man of 2013. They place Hardy below Lamb, and is it really any surprise? He is one of the founders of A.Sauvage and designed the interiors for the concept store which has now branched out as far as the World Towers in Asia. He also has just the right amount of grey in his hair. 

Over the last three months George and Hygena have carefully selected a shortlist of the best restaurants, independent cinemas, hotels, grooming parlours and clothing boutiques across the country looking at how each venue showcases great design in different ways. Focusing specifically on sites in Leeds, Edinburgh, London and Birmingham they've put together a beautifully designed online booklet which you can check out here.

www.issuu.com/hygenaguysguide.

'Eat my dust Hardy' - Lamb

So what do you want from me, a review of a review? Well alright, it's actually pretty good. George is pretty easy on the eye and there are plenty pictures of him looking distracted at the foot of a floating bed, or sat on his haunches over an Amparo table, armed with a silver spoonful of muesli primed near his silver-spooned tongue. A guide like this is what Marty McFly would call The Almanac for the inside track on where the cool kids go. There are cinemas on rooftops, designer shops tucked away in farmers county and Barbers in Birmingham that coat their walls in nothing but boxing memorabilia.

It's free, it's short and sweet, and you might just learn something. 

George Lamb said: “My Guys’ Guide is an essential read for the modern man. I’ve gone on a bit of a mission to help guys decide what areas to head to when they’re on the hunt for a new place, and to give them a few ideas on how to make their home look the part once they’ve found it. There are so many great restaurants, bars, cinemas and shops in the UK – all of which have been meticulously designed – that you need never be short of places to go for inspiration when doing up your first flat.”

The best dressed Piano player ever

People stop me on the street all the time and ask Pete, who do you think is the best dressed piano player past or present? Without a moment spent in deliberation, I whip out a list of names that I carry around with me on a laminated card, and recite to them in reverse order, the following;

Elton, disappoints mourners.

5# Elton John. Elton is renowned for his flamboyant wardrobe. The world waited with baited breathe to see what costume he'd sport when it was announced that he'd play Princess Diana's funeral. It was something of an anti-climax when he rolled up in a bog standard black suit with no tassels or sequins on show. It would have been the perfect tonic to the nations misery if he sported the donald duck costume that he wore when he played the New York's Central Park in 1980. For this fashion blogger, his lack of showmanship, really cast a shadow over the whole event. 

Dr John, off his face. 

4# Dr John. The good doctor would often be seen rocking a voodoo head-dress as he growled his way through his psychedelic set. He has spent his entire life battling heroin addiction. However the good times finally came to an end when he teamed up with Ringo Starr and his All-Starr band. After the tour finished he told Rolling Stone magazine, 'I thought Ringo might at least have some stash left over from the White Album, but that tour bus was drier than a popcorn fart.' 

tortures the animals 

3# Jamie Cullum. The pint sized virtuoso is synonymous with jet black slim fit suits. However his reputation was tarnished this week when animal rights activists slammed Cullum for performing at the Krone Circus, known for having an array of exotic animals as entertainment. "These animals go through enough torture in their lives without having to be subjected to Cullum's crooning." Said a spokesman from the Animals Defenders Institute yesterday. 

'F*ck you Virgo' says Jools

2# Jools Holland. This former Squeeze member is infamous for his bespoke waistcoats that he wears on his Later show. The idea was clearly lifted from ex-snooker player John Virgo who used to wow his audience with his pomposity and extravagant waistcoat attire. 'I'm not happy that Jools stole my idea for bespoke waistcoats,' Virgo said. 'I'm not saying thats the reason why Big Break was pulled from the air, but the big wigs at the BBC clearly thought there was only room for one waistcoat fashionista.' 

1# Yuja Wang. Yuja who? Who cares. But check out the pins on this girl. She wore this dress as she performed at the Hollywood Bowl sometime back. Knowing that she wouldn't get any kind of press following that display, Tori Amos announced her retirement the day after.

Genuine Talent. 

Winter-Wonderland Hyde Park

It looks just like that.

I may have missed a meeting on social etiquette, but I always assumed if you knocked a drink out of someone’s hand you apologize and insist on replenishing their beverage. In the space of a week I have been the victim of two spill and runs, and on both occasions the perpetrator has not only failed to offer me a refill, but has shown me nothing in way of remorse. Now my self-esteem is so low that I apologize before entering the room, so where do people get their balls to douse me in my own drink and walk off with more brio than Al Pacino? This is my only grumble about Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park. There are too many tuned out dumb-schmucks that are just queuing up to moisten your winter wear with your own mulled wine. So here are a couple of tips to help you weave through the Winter Wonderland wilderness.

      

      Don’t try and impress your woman by throwing a basketball from fifteen feet into a tiny hoop. Only after you have shelled out 20 quid in a fruitless bid to win a cuddly toy, will you be reminded how bad you are at basket ball, and how little interest you have in the sport.

   

      If you decide to invest in a marshmellow kebab dipped in chocolate, don’t throw the box away. The chocolate puddle will harden and you can scrape the left over’s off for an extra hit.

   

       Don’t wear your best white Nike Air trainers. They will end up looking like Forrest Gump’s throw-aways.

    

Don't be a numpty.

      If you get off at Green Park tube use the underground toilets and take a safety piss. It will cost you 50p but it will be well worth it as it’s a 15-minute walk to Hyde Park, then you will be hurdling through people and prams like the assault course on the krypton factor before queuing for another 10 minutes before experiencing some sweet sweet relief.

     

      Don’t try skating backwards, it will end in tears and a torn hammy. 

Christmas drinking and Knitwear

If your Christmas day routine is anything like mine then you'll be slipping blissfully into an almighty food coma around mid-afternoon, sporting a semi-ripped chrimbo cracker hat after feigning delight and surprise whilst opening up presents from estranged family members. But you will need to be aware christmas campers as you slump gracelessly across the chaise longue with a suspicious wet patch emanating around the fly of your jeans,  you will undoubtedly be having your picture taken every five seconds of the day

Christmas, drink hard and stay home

by some c*nt intent on trying out their new camera. They will then be tagging your drunken mug in every album on every platform of social media. So although you may be catatonic at the time, it's important that we at least get snapped wearing something reasonably refined.
I would push for something that doesn't make you look like a complete twat. Steer clear of anything too predictable. So no football shirts, nothing with a fair-aisle pattern and if there are any women reading this, for fucks sake, no Cow Prints onesies.

Can't go wrong.

I personally will be rocking this little number. This Luke 1977 Hammy Stripe Crew Sweat comes with a contrast breton striped body and sleeves and a lion crest on the chest pocket. Inspired by the name given to a lewd act from a certain build of lady carrying a little extra chicken. Look up Hammy in the Urban Dictionary for further details. Final tip - If you happen to be awake when the camera goes off, make sure you check your teeth for flakes of mint sauce before you flash them through your red-wine stained lips.

The story of Superdry

Here are the brass tacks of the Superdry jackanory told in cockney rhyming slang. 

Lovely clobber

A geezer by the name of Julian Dunkerton has an idea one day. He's sick to the back of his Hampstead Heath of freezing his jacobs off on a market stall. He wants to go into business for himself, but needs some sausage and mash, so borrows 2 G's off his old man and opens his own shop, 'Cult Clothing'. At the time, his best selling brand was Bench, until that is, Bench got sold over to the Yanks. The main cheese for Bench was a fella named James Holder. Now James got squeezed out of the deal and didn't make a penny from the takeover, leaving him completely brassic. Meanwhile, whilst Bench was taking off on the other side of the pond, Julian noticed that Bench was in barney rubble this side of the water. Turns out us Brits weren't taking to the new direction. 'Fuck this for a game of toy soldiers' thought Julian, 'I'm going to start my own brand'. So he got in touch with his china plate James Holder and flew out to Japan to have a butchers, maybe get some inspiration for some designs. As soon as they got off the plane they got a sandy mcnab down to the rubbity-dub for a couple of nelsons, and this ladies and germs is where Julian and James's Donald Duck was about to change. Julian gave the barman a dirty den for a couple of pig's ears and the name of the pot of good cheer that was presented to them was called Superdry. So he lifted the name and stuck it on the front of his clobber. They then preceded to get Oliver Twist, and the rest is history. 

Do you speak it?

Tap Room Review

Tap Room, or the OK Corral

Saturday night was spent down the Tap Room in St Ives, Cambridgeshire. I was gutted to be missing out on the Groves V Froch fight but had some wingman duties to fulfill. Upon arrival, I ordered a San Miguel and began talking some tosh to some blonde about how prudent the smell of Cedarwood was in her fragrance. We were getting on splendidly when out of nowhere, some drunk tw*t crashed into her, knocking her entire glass of red vino all over my Bolongoro jacket. I excused myself and ventured into the mens room to dry myself off in the privacy of its only cubicle. I had just started to take a piss when two men smashed through the cubicle door, one clearly was getting the better of the other. Unfortunately I couldn't stop myself mid-piss so inadvertently found myself having front row seats to an utter and unremitting pasting. Two other gentleman guarded the door so no one else could get in or out. It has to be said it was a very well executed beating, almost mafia like. It was all over in a matter of minutes, the Cambridge mafia issued a warning to the victim never to come back to the Tap Room and left. I picked the loser up from the floor, dressed him, mopped the blood from his nose and mouth and gave him some reassurance about how everyone gets a beating every now and then. I had of course lifted the line straight from Goodfellas. I finished my San Miguel, told my buddy we were leaving, handed the blonde my number and got the fuck out of there. I would actually recommend the Tap Room in St Ives, the bar staff are pleasant, the women smell good, and the fights don't get stopped controversially.

Good old fashioned beating

Best use of Duffel Bags in cinema

Yes it's the blog everyone has been asking for. Which film features the best use of a duffle bag. Well let me tell you I have whittled down the shortlist and here it is as follows, in reverse order to heighten suspense. 

Never seen it, never will.

NUMBER 5 

8 HEADS IN A DUFFEL BAG 

Yes wow, crash bang wallop!! I mean not only does the film star Joe Pesci but it has the word Duffel bag in the title of the film. Unbelievable. Now I must confess I gave this film a miss because it looked shit. Currently sitting at 11% with the critics on Rotten Tomatoes so I was right. Although we should never judge a book by its cover, unless it has a picture of Katie Price or Martine McCutcheon on it, then judge away my friends. 

NUMBER 4 

"I wanna go home, Johnny!" I said "With what? I can't find your fuckin' legs!"

RAMBO FIRST BLOOD

Now admittedly the Duffel bag does only turn up for the first ten minutes of the film. But it is integral to the overall theme of Rambo as a drifter, an outcast from society after the Vietnam war like so many American Veterans were. The bag is a statement. It tells you that this man has nothing. No place of work, no fixed abode, no material possessions, apart from a huge fuck-off knife of course. I really enjoyed the bags cameo in this flick. 

NUMBER 3

THE GREAT ESCAPE

Baseball check, Catcher's Mitt check, endless supply of Jonnies check.

Yes! Now if anyone can make a duffel bag sexy it's this man. Steve McQueen was the monument of cool back in the day and this duffel bag is probably worth a fortune nowadays. It has a wonderful aesthetic to it. It's so wonderfully retro, it was probably retro before retro was even invented. Just think how much that duffel bag would be worth nowadays. At least 20 quid.

NUMBER 2

BOURNE IDENTITY

I don't remember anything, except how to kick ass

This duffel bag was beautifully cast in this film. The red really stood out against the icy backdrop and was a must have bit of kit for Bourne as he needed something to keep all those passports in as he kicked the crap out of the French Police. I imagine sales for red duffel bags quadrupled as a result of it being so heavily featured in this flick. 

NUMBER 1

HEAT

Bestest baddest ass bag ever

Possibly the best use of a dufflebag is for storing an exorbant amount of cash. If you have just robbed a bank and are looking to mobolize that cash through the streets of downtown L.A then there really is no other bag for the job. This Bag was really put through the ringer in this movie as Robert de Niro shot down an entire road block in his bid to escape Al Pacino's clutches. This was a very black, sleek looking duffelbag that certainly did the job for De Niro. Hands down the best duffelbag ever used on the big screen.

Are Bobble Hats for Tw*ts?

Yesterday a plucky chav sauntered in my shop and instantly dismissed my Bobble Hat range as 'wank'. His girlfriend with the pencil line eyebrows picked out a Bobble Hat from the stand and presented it to her loutish other half, "I don't want to be known as the twat in the hat," he scoffed. I happened to wearing my bobble hat to work that day as the central heating on the shop floor had packed up. Noticing my head was adorning the very garment he was slighting, and not to be seen causing any unwanted offense, the churlish youth back pedaled; "Obviously some people don't have a problem with that look."

Your honour, exhibit A.

Unsurprisingly, I failed to accommodate my customers high standards for hat attire and he and his girlfriend soon left amidst a discussion of which one of their friends they could rinse a tenner off to buy a 4 pack of Kestrel.
It was a brief exchange, but one that stayed with me for the duration of the afternoon. Recently I have adopted a new strategy to decision making, firstly I ask myself 'What would a sane person do?' Then secondly I remove myself from the equation. So with this approach I may have to concede that Bobble Hats really are for twats. And I was a prime twat for endorsing them. I then did exactly ten seconds of research and found this picture of Idris Elba who is one of the best actors around at the moment and is tipped to play the next James Bond. If it's good enough for James Bond, it's good enough for me. Verdict: Bobble Hats are coolio.

Retail therapy

I was completely sober last Sunday in Rough Trade records about mid-afternoon. I had purchased a Justice CD for a fiver and was weaving my way through the hip and the cool kids when I brushed up against a stray vinyl record. This fleeting hit of friction tore a tiny hole in my precious Bolongaro Leather Jacket. I glanced at the record, Pink Moon by Nick Drake. A beautifully crafted album that didn't deserve the fate of being smashed to bits over my knee. So with nothing and no one to dispense my anger upon, I went straight over the road to Son of a Stag, for an immediate hit of retail therapy. I threw on the first shirt that I saw. It came up a perfect fit, except the sleeves barely crept past my elbows. So I accosted the sales boy.
"This shirt is fucked man."

Not for me thank you Mr Commission 

"It's not fucked," he said rolling back a lock of his lustrous hair over one lobe. "They're 3/4 length sleeves, it's very popular in America right now, Baseball players wear it. Also, if you're in the habit of rolling up your sleeves like I am, then this shirt is perfect because the sleeves are pre-rolled."
"Bullshit man." I barked. "For one, I roll up my sleeves to send a message of intent to anyone watching, that I'm ready to work, ready to fight, or ready to fuck. Second, it's not such a calorie burner for me to roll up a piece of light cotton from my wrist to my elbow. Thirdly, baseball sucks, and that's just good science. Good day sir."

T-shirt and Tattoo combo

Of course this dialogue only happened in my head and I instead feigned interest to the sales guy who had such a hard-on for this horrible garment he must have had shares in the brand. However I needed a hit of shallow materialism to patch up the hole in my heart that was as big as the hole in my jacket. Mr Commission threw a handful of options at me until I opted for an Edwin t-shirt that has the exact design as the tattoo on my chest.
Quite the afternoon I can tell you.

Mens Fitness - Stop Talking.

start doing

The best way to get fit is to stop talking.

Don't tell people how much you bench, what carbs you eat at what time of day, what celebrities physique you're aiming to get but will never achieve, what your fucking press up count is up to, what protein powder you use, no one cares. Don't tell me how many laps of the pool you do on the weekend, how many miles you've crushed on your pedometer. It's fucking boring. Just put your head down, get your game face on and shut up. Do 50 sit ups every day, do 50 press ups every day. Write in a diary so you can monitor your progress. Join a local boxing gym, but don't spar. It's too late to get into that gig and you'll only mess up the cash register (face). Drink bottles and not pints. Smuggle small packets of confectionary into the cinema rather than buying those monster portions at the counter. Once you got some definition going, get someone to take a picture of you with your top off, and wait for the girl that's been waiting for you to get your shit together, to like it. Once that door is ajar kick it open by asking her out to dinner. The rest is on you. But don't tell people your plan. Don't count your calories, just use your logic. Don't try and cheat nature by having diet versions of shit that's already fucking up your innards. Procrastination is a cancer and it's keeping you from getting off the couch. Don't be afraid to fail, but at least give yourself a chance to. Start with the end in mind. Now move your fucking ass and quit your noise. 

I apologize for the selfie.

Richard Bacon the Scarf Fashionista

Bacon, not a nazi. 

Richard Bacon must secretly love this weather. Every time he is snapped on the red carpet outside a swanky fund raiser or plush 3 star Michelin restaurant, his neck is adorned with a new scarf. I am personally in favour a good scarf, but a practical one that stops the icy chill of the english wind ripping down your spine, not the light scarves of frail gauze that is designed to look slightly cool on a once hip radio presenter whilst he hosts some pointless pageantry award show for forgotten celebrities. No Bacon! The function of a scarf is practicality one, Fashion second. The wearing of scarves by men was popularized by the aviators in both World Wars, who used the scarf for warmth as they scanned the sky for enemy planes. It was not intended to be draped around the necks of the Bourgeois Bacon's of this world whilst they view the latest West End release from the royal box, a molotov cocktail in one hand, a pair of french telescopic handled opera glasses in the other. 

No one likes a nazi punching your ribs.

Here are five ways to gauge whether your scarf is practical or just an apology designed to divert attention away from how your pink suit jacket in no way matches your stone-wash denim jeans. 

1. Is it strong enough to hold your weight as you zip slide down a telephone wire to escape a prison that you were wrongfully held captive in with Kurt Russell?

2. Will the fabric be resilient enough to drag you through the streets of Shoreditch once you've trapped it in the car door of a taxi?

3. Can it be doubled up as a whip to stop your dad falling off the tyres of a tank whilst a nazi punches wildly at your ribs?

4. Could you use it to lower yourself into a pit of molten lava whilst giving the thumbs up to protect the future of mankind from a cyber war lead by artificial intelligence whose continuing goal is to end the human race?

5. Will it be able to withstand great strain as you attempt to climb out of a well-like pit that a mercenary ex-communicated from the league of shadows put you in after he beat you in a fisty-cuffs down a Gotham sewer?

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Say YA! To crazy socks.

The Anglia Flag motif.

Up until recently I always used to play it safe with socks. At the tender age of 14 I was teased for wearing white socks. Unbeknownst to me, white socks were, and quite possibly still are, 'sad'. I never got the heads up on what was cool and what was sad, but to avoid any future judgement on my feet attire I simply stuck with black socks for 20 solid years. Although my socks were bland and predictable, I developed an affinity for the garment and would always struggle to throw a pair away, no matter how many holes they accrued. In fact when my socks were comprised more of holes than fabric, I would always give them to my dad as he loved using socks to polish his car. I would say to the sock, 'don't worry sock, you're being put out to pasture. Polishing the hood of a Daimler Jag Super-eight is a noble retirement for your active sock duties'. 

From the mind of a 10 year old.

But recently I have been looking to mix it up a little in the sock department. I have just received the latest release of Bjorn Borg socks. I can't believe Bjorn Borg, 'The Iceman' himself, would be seen wearing these as he smacked one past an ill tempered Mcenroe. One design looks like it was plucked from the mind of a ten year old that had just entered it as a joke to some art competition on Wacaday, the other looks to be lifted from the Anglia Flag that was prevalent throughout the late 80's. Bjorn Borg clearly says 'Ya!' to design ideas from prepubescent children and plagiarism. However for just 10 quid for a pair, it's a cheap ice breaker. It's classic peacocking. Finally for those that have lost loved ones (that’s what I call my socks, my loved ones) during a laundry cycle, here are some words of comfort from the great Andy Warhol. ”No matter how carefully I sort my socks, whenever I do my laundry there are always some missing. It seems to be a law of physics.”  

What inspired Bjorn.

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What to look for when shopping for Jeans

When you're shopping for some denim jeans, you may already have something in your minds eye that you think looks cool on you. I would advice you to follow your gut if you're a happily married man, or someone that is crushing ass on a regular basis. However if you're a single man and only own 2 pairs of denim, one of which only gets worn when you head out to the greyhounds for a christmas work do, then it's time to shake up your denim etcha-sketch.

Kanye In Levi's

But where to begin Pedro I hear you cry as you put the pot noodle to one side and take a break from the one-handed yoga. Well the good news is that you have an infinite amount of brands out there. You even have a brand called Kangaroo Poo. But don't buy Kangaroo Poo, they're literally, sh*t. 

You may get baffled by the denim geek sales guy that wants to shower you with denim jargon. What the devil is he on about when he tells you that the jeans are distressed? Were they beat up as child? Are they behind on their credit card payments? Why can't we just go back to the good old days of Levi jeans and their adverts with great guitar music? The original Levi's looms are housed in Japan, home to the best denim artisans in the world. The factories are family owned and passed down from one generation to another. Kanye was rocking a pair of Levi's at a french tennis club last week, 300 nicker, but they looked so hacked up it's like someone had thrown them through the propeller of the Memphis Belle. 

So here is a quick idiots guide to some of the terminology that the sales guy might try and dazzle you with.

Raw - Is a denim fabric that is not washed after being dyed during its production. 

Distressed or Abrasions - Artificial stresses are made during production, often with sandpaper or similar abrasive tools to give that pre-worn look.

Honeycomb Fades

Honeycombs - Artificial fades given to the back of the knee. 

Whiskers or moustaches – Faded streaks that surround the crotch area of the denim.

Stretch denim - Stretch denim usually incorporates an elastic component (such as elastane) into the fabric to allow a degree of give in garments. Only a small percentage is required within the fabric (approximately 3%) to allow a significant stretch capacity of around 15 percent. But this will reduce the life span of the product.

Selvage - Created using one continuous yarn. A mark of premium quality. When worn with a turn up the two selvages are visible rather than an unattractive overlocked edge. 

TIPS 

Ok if you have legs like a woman and you're over 6ft, then yes, you will look the part in skinny jeans. Are they cool? no.

If you are a rugby player, or wider than you are tall, don't even look at the skinnys. Boot cuts are out, tapered are in. You're best off with a roomier jean round the thigh or possibly one with a torquered seam to follow the contours of your leg.

G-Star have launched a very exclusive range that do just that. They have always been typically dark, a huge backer of the RAW jean. They also pay the chaps from Kasabian to be the face of the brand. So if you're into your Raw jeans and you're rock n roll?..

Kasabian front G-Star

Yes turns ups are ok and don't ever think forking out 100 nicker is too much for a pair of jeans. Chances are if they're worth their salt they'll last you 10 years, if you only have 3-4 pairs on a weekly rotation thats roughly twice a week you'll be wearing those, not counting the amount of times you'll sleep in them drunk. That works out about 100 times a year you'll wear them, which means on average, you'll be paying 10p each time you put them on. Is that right?  Do you know what I've completely lost my train of thought. Someone else talk for a bit.
Lastly.If in doubt just go for something clean, straight, unwashed and abrasion free. But know that your jeans will fade with every wash, even if they are pre-washed. So just air them on the line or hose them down in Febreeze once in a while.