Sunday, September 22

The Vines are fucking useless.
There isn't any critique of what 'fashionable' folk are doing nowadays. People are genuinely worried about looking cool and trendy to the point where they are scared to say anything in case it's perceived as not being cool and trendy. That's why there isn't really any current dissent about anything to do with youth culture at the moment. Christ, even my Dad wants a pair of Gravis trainers. I disagree with all this so much that I'm happy to take the piss out of things I actually like just because nobody else will. It's important to question things at all levels and have a laugh about it at the same time (those 'Shoreditch Sucks Cocks' t-shirts were very unpopular, wonder why?).

Evisu means wanker in Japanese, apparently. There you go.

Chilly Sunday morning in East London, bath running, coffee cooking and bowels grumbling. Me and Darren gorra pick up Rob at 10am. We're off to Brick Lane and Shoreditch for a mosey round. What a bunch of cool fuckers we are.


A Shoreditch Twat.

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