Look at these peoples. They’re in Peckham’s Bar Story. They’re cooler than you. They’d never actually say that though. They’re too cool to use the word ‘cool’. They’re just hanging out, having a drink, hanging about a bit more, having another drink… Fuck that’s cool.… Read More
Wanna know what happens when you try to sell your old clobber in a church hall? Me neither. But, thing is, I do actually now know. I tried to do it the other day. Intrigued? No. Well, how about this then… Imagine earning £73.43. Beyond… Read More
All Hallows’ Eve. I watched The Babadook – good. Half of The Thing (1982) – obviously astonishing, but my boo couldn’t stomach it, hence only half. And weirdly Damage (1992). I concluded my Halloween watching a naked Jeremy Irons performing the most absurdly gymnastic (and… Read More
In order to fit into a hipsterville like Peckham Rye, a bro has to keep his mod game alight. Hemp milk lattes, Crawfish hotdogs and ethically responsible Hobnobs – yeah bwoy, this is angular living. It’s also a good idea to attend ‘events’. Tuesday is… Read More
Last night, when I finally got served in Bar Story, I thought about ordering ‘four of whatever takes the longest to make’. You know, just like everyone in front of me always seems to do. When did ‘a couple of beers’ in a bar, turn… Read More
