Toothbrushes changed, togs washed and motivation restored; the best-dressed team took to the skies this morning to resume the search for Britain’s best-dressed man.
Following a tryst with an intrusive security "executive" at Terminal 5 and a soggy in-flight bacon roll, we touched down in Glasgow at around midday — just in time for the lunchtime rush.
Not a battered Mars bar, pizza or pigeon in sight; Glasgow threw up more stylish men than any city we’ve visited. With its established art school and vibrant creative scene, Scotland’s second city was a goldmine of young, imaginative dressers. We snapped seven chaps in the space of three hours, leaving time for lunch in pretty Princes Square.
Due to other engagements our fashion director, Catherine Hayward, has been usurped for this leg of the tour by Iona Willis, another integral member of the Esquire team. We’re heading into Edinburgh this evening for a night of scouting in the Scottish capital, and we’ll be trawling the streets of the city tomorrow, so, as ever, keep abreast of our whereabouts via Twitter and Facebook. Over and out (for now).