Remember when Sting rolled into town in Quadrophenia? No? Go and watch it, then come back… See what I mean? There’s a wall of Mods in parkas and the ‘ace face’ standing lordlike in a silver suit. He’s a step above. And everyone knows it.… Read More
All posts tagged “Oi Polloi”
Feeling lethargic as balls
I’m all for slang. I think the manipulation and evolution of language is a positive thing. It’s creative. It can be humorous, actually enhance communication and help reinforce shared ideals and a sense of belonging. None of this is applicable to the use of the… Read More
You don’t want your sheaths falling out during the Viennetta
So, Mr Frosty is swinging his big dick. It’s all styles of shivers out there right now. Time to get your layering game correct. Personally, I’m gonna hold off on the chunky knits until it gets fully perilous, preferring to multi-up on jacketing. I’m all… Read More
Space God reminded me I’m just a bellpiece with an overpriced patchwork cardigan
This week I’ve uncooled myself a number of times. I ordered a cocktail in a scenester bar, bent down to pick up my bag and forcefully struck my forehead on the bar. Customers and bar staff looked at me. I picked up my cocktail and… Read More
It’s just numbers right?
What is money anyways? It’s just paper right? Or numbers? I mean, I know we all agree money’s worth something. But that’s only because we all agree to agree. In actual terms it’s worth nothing. It’s just printed paper. And numbers. Numbers aren’t worth anything.… Read More
The contents of a wizard’s salad crisper
This thing’s preloaded with all the fashionablenesses. Count em up. It’s made of ripstop cotton. It’s a popover. It’s got pouch pockets. It’s got another little pocket on the pouchy bit. It’s got buttons for keeping your rolled up sleeves on lock. Damn dogg, could… Read More



