Adam B.

After waiting for about 8 weeks for my jacket and boots they finally arrived today. I excitedly opened the packaging to my boots first. Listed as 'vintage style' to say that this breaches every kind of known trading standards law is a massive understatement. I was first met with the foul stench of industrial plastic shoe, which i can only assume had been sprayed with aerosol nail polish. I mean you would be a walking fire hazard just wearing these monstrosities, heaven forbid you try to stamp out a cigarette! Next was the colour. Rather than the rustic, word dark brown that i was expecting, they are bright brown. I can only presume when choosing the right pantone colour, the 'designer' chose the shade entitled "post vindaloo squitz". Absolutely vile and my girlfriend had this strange half laughing, half pity look which spoke volumes about what kind of level of abuse one could expect should you ever step outside wearing these. Oh, they are also made of a plastic which couldnt be further from leather if they tried. Needless to say, my excitement of opening the coat was diminishing by the nanosecond, but ever the optimist i unwrapped the second package.
The jacket in the picture on the model looked like thick, high quality wool, very fashionable and stylish.
What feel out of the plastic bag was the sort of jacket that no man in their right mind would ever been seen dead in. Seriously, this was some fancy dress $#*!.
The cheapest polyester, foul in colour like a putrid blue grey piece of faux velvet, hastily sewn together by a colour blind seamstress in some sweatshop. Completely shapeless, like it was cut the man with the physique of Kim Jong Un, but with far less taste and style. The 'piss de resistance' (deliberate spelling) was the 3 huge mock gold insignia-laden buttons down the front. With tears in my eyes, for $#*!s n giggles i donned said jacket, and i can honestly say i have never felt like such a massive loser in my life. It was like something Dame Edna Everage would wear. Needless to say, I am woefully disappointed.
I've read that it's not even worth bothering trying to get your money back from these complete scam artist little bastard crooks, as they don't refund you and have the audacity to try to charge you for all the shipping costs back to their sweat shop.
Oh well, £108 lost, I guess it could be worst and at least I know if I am ever running short of fire lighters, those shoes will work wonders.
So kids, heed these words. This really is a dire and urgent call of buyers beware!