The quest for the perfect tint

I recently decided to escape the British winter (and another potential Beast from the East) for the sunshine of Gran Canaria. Though a last-minute decision, I considered myself fairly well set for a couple of weeks of rest and relaxation on foreign shores. After all, I had packed my budgie smugglers, a garishly coloured beach towel I had use to reserve my poolside sun lounger, some factor 80 sunscreen and – even if I say so myself – a pretty stylish pair of shades.

Form meets function

For me, sunglasses are not just about looking the part. I mean I am as vain as the next chap when it comes to wanting to looking street-wise cool, but because I am registered as severely sight impaired it is more important my shades maximise my minimal vision. There is a limit to how stylish you can look falling into a hotel pool you had not noticed was there.