Am I Chap?

Send us your photograph and we'll assess your Chappist credentials. Your picture, along with our comments, will either be posted here or published in the next edition of The Chap. The address is chap@thechap.net

(Right) "I am terribly worried," writes 'Worried Housewife', "that my husband, and his legal advisor (pictured with him, right) may be a Chap, or indeed, a pair of Chaps." Madam, you have nothing to fear - there is no possibility of your husband being a chap, with such a slant on his jacket pockets, no pocket square, a poorly-knotted tie, no cufflinks and no hat. What you should be worried about, however, is his 'legal advisor'. If your husband is genuinely taking advice from this man, you are both likely to end up living in a dustbin.

(Left) "The local drinking establishment," writes Victor Martinez (centre) "says 'No jeans or T-shirts', so this the attire that we wear to attend. Are we in fact industrial revolutionaries?"
Yes you are, sir, and your local hostelry should be honoured to have you grace their non-T-shirted ranks. Let this be an example to us all on how to interpret ludicrous dress codes.

(Left) The Amish people only wear clothes from a period whose citizens' adherence to the Bible they find acceptable. In this chap's case, that must be around 1973, judging by the Polyester shirt and the ladies' headscarf worn as a neckerchief. We see that the Amish have progressed to the wearing of wristwatches and also the tolerance of "evil" (or rock 'n' roll) chords on their banjos. Or is Adam Procter playing what is known as 'G-sus' for some other reason?

(Left) Paul threw a party to make the announcement that henceforth he would like to be known as "Paulette". His friends showed their support by dressing in as appalling versions of male dress as they could, to help remind Paulette that "she" had made the right decision.