Jarvis Cocker: Sorted For Trees and Weeds

AMID THE RUMPLED grandeur of West London's Cobden Club, the familiar angular figure of Jarvis Cocker stands out like a sore index finger. His sartorial signature of autumnal tweed might have acquired a more opulent, less scratchy look over the years, but Jarvis still exudes the same lankly raffish charm as he did a decade ago, when the crowds first began to sit up and take notice.