It would be easy to accept the lazy (though occasionally hilarious) stereotypes that haunt Liverpool. Happily - following our 24-hour trawl of the city - we can report that perma-tans and peroxide up-dos were few and far between.
Home to some of the friendliest folk we’ve encountered, and an array of snappily dressed chaps, (five of whom we caught a mere hour into the search), our hopes of finding Britain’s best-dressed man were reinflated by the ‘Pool. John - an entrant who could have walked off the page of a Burberry look book - even provided the team with an eloquently penned, ‘best-dressed manifesto’, after tracking us down on Bold Street.
From Liverpool, we made our way to Manchester for an afternoon of style hunting. We set up camp in the recently renovated Oi Polloi boutique, which – with its Life Aquatic-meets-lumberjack aesthetic - was an ideal base from which to begin our search. Within an hour, we’d photographed five gents – including an Omega De Ville-wearing ‘tailoring entrepreneur’ and a beardy interior designer - each sporting a swagger, patently Mancunian.
We’ve just arrived in Leeds, the final stop on this first leg of the best-dressed tour. We’re here for the rest of the evening and tomorrow we’ll be making our way up to the student haven of Headingley. So, as ever, keep an eye on both Twitter and Facebook for our exact whereabouts, and watch this space for more from the best-dressed team.