Trials Travels And Tribulations Of A Silk Tie Designer

Finally I was navigating across the English countrysideof Mike’s concept. The words of just one song are
heading South East to the M3 interchange, then ontodescriptive enough to understand his motivation;
the M25 which paved the way off the downs and“Confrontation conquers fear, hope arises, truth
onto the grassy lowlands of Kent the garden Countyunfolds, fear has no substance of its own”. What
of England. Back onto the byways I would be able towas Mike implying through his thought provoking lyrics,
release the tension of my hands wrapped around thewell you have to read closely to deduce; “we are
steering wheel, far removed from the madding Lorriesimprisoned by our own minds and hold the key of
to the left, fast cars to the right, caravans ahead,release, but ironically are too afraid to unlock the door
flashing lights behind. And all the time inches awayto the unknown” so we choose to live in fear.
from death, split seconds of space between theFear of failure is the fuel that ergs me onward in
vehicles aside, ahead and behind, a sudden burst tyrepursuit of elusive successes. Driving down the A roads
and a dozen lives are spent.in county Kent all kinds of wild imaginings going through
When I was eleven I pushed and pulled around withmy mind, philosophising, analysing, planning, pumping
me a trolley made mobile with old pram wheels andadrenalin. On the subject of fear, I imagined what was
makeshift axles, peddle power is traded for horsegoing through Mohamed Ali’s mind when
power. My 1983 Fiat Uno, is pushed and pulled aroundconfronted with the awesome power of Big George
by a hot 1.3 litre petrol east west engine, maximumForeman, rated as the hardest punching heavy weight
speed 85 MPH. Unbalanced wheels, but like my trolleyin history. Later Ali admitted that fear motivated and
knew only too well, I’m in control, with peddles atguided him to an unpredictable success over this
foot and wheel at hand, quickly shifting through thefearsome opponent. The pain of loosing and the
gears through roundabouts and rousting the trucks andthought of humiliation after many months of talking up
vans just like sheep to the coral. On this subject, it washis fight predictions, insults, dispersions and taunts kept
the lure of earning many dollars by collecting Marinohim upright against the ropes, while George pounded
wool from deceased sheep that lead me down ahis body with one bomb after another. What makes a
dusty track to outback paddock tinder dry, shimmeringman fight 12 rounds after having his jaw broken in the
heat haze, and hay stacks under tin roofs. It seemedsecond round? What makes a fighter strike a blow
like another life, far removed from the searing heat,that could kill an ordinary man? “Fear”.
bush fires and bush flies, now cruising across EnglishSo I was hurtling down the motorways, A road and
fields of green. But still with a childish hunger forbyways, confronting fear, venturing the unknown,
adventure and still motivated by my youthfulplaying a new lead role, acting out a dream, setting the
introduction to business and textiles dead on astage, living an adventure and conquering fear, the
sheep’s back.exhilaration of freedom is greater felt.
Business is a road well travelled by me in youth and inMeanwhile in Clifton, Margate, Shane McCoubrey, my
grey hair; the paths have been rough and smooth,first appointment is preparing to exhibit his designs,
through dips and dives of profits and losses, fromwaiting eagerly to be part of this new adventure. By
dusty dirt tracks to six lane freeways. Accompaniedthe end of two and a half days the first of a collection
by a set of principles handed down my Mum and Dad,of hand made silk ties and cufflinks would be listed for
a road map, some teachings from school, dreams andmy proposed online shopping service due to be
wishes, and, a dogmatic desire to succeed in alllaunched in September 2006. And Shane the designer
attempts, I’ve made all that seemed difficult, simple,became an anchor brand online; while we watched his
its changing states of mind.products expand across a broader retail market. And
Powered by adrenalin, as a typical adrenalin junkiehe became inspirational to the eventual creation of our
without the guts for hang gliding, abseiling, sky diving,own stylised brand. A relationship still inspired and
white water sport, rock climbing, mine is produced byfoundationally sound for more three years there is still
pursuing more passive adventure, but not with out thea long way to travel.
fuel that fires adrenalin, fear; as singer song writerAfter downing an English breakfast I said farewell to
Michael Nesmith wrote in one of his obscure songs,the bed and breakfast over looking the channel
which is found on music critics A list of all time worstwaters and headed back to the West Country. The
concept album, “prison” Mike, after being dubbedfirst leg of my new adventure was almost complete,
this award, with tongue in cheek followed up withthere would be many such legs as I scoured the
another turkey, “The Garden” Nesmith wasEnglish country side meeting and interviewing
merely pursuing idea’s end, he was a greatdesigners, weavers, textile printers, leather workers,
innovator and just did what he wanted to. I align myselfjewellers, tie makers, fashion agents, PR agents,
with the lyrics in the songs and his philosophy too.copywriters, web designers.
Perhaps the critics over looked the inspirational aspect