Are you bogus bro? Do you spend your life hiding anxiously behind a façade of fake confidence? Is your life is a sham, spent regurgitating Buzzfeed trivia, pretending to enjoy the L.I.E.S back catalogue and just nodding habitually when people talk about fancying Daenerys Targaryen?… Read More
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Shades of mediocrity
Individuality? What’s that all about then? All this bleating on about, ‘being true to yourself’, ‘discovering yourself’ and ‘expressing yourself’. You know what? If all these fucking ‘yourselfs’ went around ‘being true’, ‘discovering’ and ‘expressing’ all the time, we’d never get anything done. What’s wrong… Read More
The correct answer to every question asked since the dawn of man
You may have noticed. At certain times of the year it gets a bit warmer. When this occurs, a bro must address the mishaps of last summer’s wardrobe to see what can be salvaged. He must root amongst the stained, the frayed, the creased and… Read More
A large block of Cathedral City
Grocery shopping. Bores-malors. Going to get stuff that sits in fridges and cupboards is double dull. Other shoppers are always waddling around, with their broken trolleys and big bodies. They’re always getting in the way. Always looking at the bacon when I want to look… Read More
Things gonna change, like now now
If you’ve you’ve already heard of MKI Miyuki-Zoku then you’re rocking pretty strong in the #menswear game. Or you live in Leeds.
Grub all over your suede accents
The perils of the rucksack are as follows. If you over-pack it, your back will ache. If you don’t pack enough, it will slither limply off your shoulders and you’ll have to keep thumbing it back on. If you travel on London public transport, at… Read More