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Word of the Week: If your jacket isn’t blazing, don’t call it a ‘blazer’

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I first noticed this puzzling extension of the use of blazer at Jack Wills, which, by its own account, ‘was launched in 1999 in Salcombe, Devon, designing British heritage-inspired goods for the university crowd’. The university crowd, was, it seems, easily persuaded to start calling woollen tweed jackets blazers.

When my husband was young, in the last century, there was a class distinction between calling a tweedy garment of this kind a sports coat (U) and a sports jacket (non-U). I’m not sure this was justified historically. Both terms originated in the early 20th century. In the 1950s, L.P. Hartley (born 1895) wrote of ‘Sunday wear, a sports coat and flannel trousers’ and, in 1962, J.D. Salinger (born 1919) of ‘blue jeans and a gruesome sports jacket’. But tweed is a long way from the original idea of something with blazing colours. ‘The latest novelty for the river,’ said the Durham University Journal in 1891, ‘is flannels, a blazer, and spats.’ Spats! Now you’re talking.

When P.G. Wodehouse published Young Men in Spats in 1936, Catsmeat Potter-Pirbright or Oofy Prosser, admittedly denizens of a timeless lotus-eating world, would never wear blazers in Dover Street, home of the Drones club. Spats, as an abbreviation of spatterdashes had been in use for a century, and spatterdashes had denoted a kind of gaiter since the 17th century. How quick was their fall.

The blazer, as a thing, not a word, had its own social demise. Blazers with college or club arms on the pocket began to be associated with the bowls club, not the Drones club, as the 20th century wore away. Jeffrey Bernard, the lamented low-lifer of these pages, still wore a blazer, with smooth brass buttons if no pocket device, in the 1990s, a decade after he should have stopped. He wore it with a roll-neck sweater, jeans and grey shoes. Fashion is as fickle as vocabulary.

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