If only adults put as much effort into their daily wardrobe as they do during Halloween. Even Peckham turned into a Spielbergian suburban nightmare of kidults knobbing about with spiderwebs in a can. Social feeds the world over are rammed with faces covered in flour… Read More
You know when you’re standing in a bar wearing baggy ecru cords? And no one else is wearing baggy ecru cords? Do you feel like a lord or a lord of cocks?
Continuing a journey into unorthadox corduroy I began yesterday, I urge you to consider the madness of white trousering. Yeah, they’ll probs get butt-grubby. And yeah, you’ll look like you’ve escaped a posh lobotomy ward. So like, no downsides.
Five hundred quid isn’t what it was. I mean, yes, in literal terms it’s five hundred quid. If you’ve got five hundred pounds in your wallet, you have, in a very actual sense, got five hundred pounds. The Queen’s face says it’s five hundred pounds… Read More