I got myself into rather a jolly old state of excitement the other day  when I happened across a publication named The Chap. The Chap is pitched as a “journal for the modern gentleman”. With tongue placed firmly in cheek and upper-lip suitably stiffened, The Chap takes a “wry look at the modern world through the steamed-up monocle of a more refined age, occasionally getting its sock suspenders into a twist at the unspeakable vulgarity of the twenty-first century”.

It’s not because I consider myself to be a modern-day dandy that I like The Chap, but because across it’s features, advice, letters and general missives on what it means to be a chap, it offers something that is genuinely funny, creative and original. I think the media industry needs more of that.

I did think I had stumbled across something new, but it turns out The Chap has been running for about three years. Frankly I am rather appalled with myself for not having discovered it sooner. I must depart immediately to play some billiards, drink some Hendrick’s Gin and purchase some shiny new brogues in order to assure my “chap” status.

Turrah!