You getting sucked into picnicism? Sun’s out, let’s go to the park, let’s have a fucking picnic… That’s the sketch. And what can you say? “Baby, I’m getting real hyped by T. J. Hooker reruns right now“? I mean, I totally would, it’s criminally underrated Shat – on a pair of levels. But you can’t brah. You gots to keep it lady-friendly and get amongst the frisbees, kickballs, portable soundpods, hipsters sweating it out in rolled up black jeans and dog droppings. The last two being interchangeable.

So maybe you’re swagging your Beauty and Youth garment dyed shorts and some hype- T woven by a dude on death row. But baby, if you’re trundling your picnic grassways in an Antler travel bag, you’re copping nothing but toiletstyle. You might as well be tweezering artisan donuts out your own ass. Un-killer brah.

Get one of these in the mix though, and shit dude, you could win a fucking picnic award. From the picnic people.

It’s a bag, by The Camouflage Company. It’s a bag, filled with bags. And they’re camo. And that’s it. Not that ‘it’ is not enough or something. When did you last see a camo picnic set, in a bag like this? Never. That’s when. So just hit the ‘buy now‘ button on this, stuff it full of Pret shit you’ve re-wrapped in foil (so it looks like you made it yourself) drag your lazy ass down the park, sing a verse or two of Parklife with your boo and giggle about how fucking witty you both are. That’s the real right there.