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Seabag Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Yes but it's "more than something to sweat in, > it's a tool for transformation" > > That's what Tamara's inspirational omni-channel > sports retailer of the year, one to watch, award > winning website will tell you. Even when you're > paddle boarding in Witterings or mid-run on a copa > cabana beach, not driving your 1970's VW > convertible with your dog Ennis thinking of your > global fitness powerhouse or going to the coffee > shop on the paddle board Ok, so I came back for this one. No lattes or bugaboos here, and I freaking love Sweaty Betty. I'm spending all that money I saved on not procreating going surfing in Bali. There might even be a little yoga. And I'm gonna be wearing Sweaty Betty, baby. And raising a cocktail to you all in your Decathlon gear.

Not all day, but a good few hours - maybe 11 til 3 / 4. And it has to be work of the less numbers-oriented type - as the day wears on, the emails become more flamboyant and the adjectives flow like so many tears into red wine. I like it.

It's Caffe Nero, CAFFE - double F If you're all going to bang on about it so much, can you at least get the name right. Sheesh. I rate the Gowlett for daytime working - plenty of room, nice pint and a pizza for lunch. Splendid.

I don't like people who are c*$ts. Can anyone point me in the direction of a petition to have them executed?

Ortolan, but I'm arranging a bus banquet for the train strike on Monday.

aquarius moon Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > If you have a man Louisa, you shouldn't even need > one! emancipation only extends as far as the animals...?! And Dopamine1979 - hells yes - I was telling a friend this just yesterday.

Greengod Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Britain is still the only European country in > which people routinely eat like this on crowded > public transport. Bullshit. Lived in Paris, people ate on public transport. Over the past year, have travelled to Sweden a lot - the Copenhagen to Malmo train, people eating on public transport. Spain and Italy, people eating on buses (I haven't taken the train much there). One person's made up assertion does not a fact make. And for the love of god, this thread - what kind of uptight nimby, judgmental area am I living in?

I like 'pink convert', but I'm wondering whether it addresses those of a lesbionic persuasion..? Most of the saturated gay ladies of my acquaintance are not so much the pink. I'm mostly hetero (please can we have that second e) but I'd like to think of myself as s Mauve Medusa for any moments I may find myself daydreaming about Selma Hayek. Perhaps the gay saturation is more of an Ecru Exchange.

Gay saturation thread saturation.

There's the stall on Northcross - got myself a few corking albums from there over the past couple of years. Rat Records got my pounds on Saturday, including for the very fabulous Lene Lovich. Pleased with myself, but that could be the lunchtime wine. When will there be cassette store day?

If this lady* were a man, she'd be gay for *Bob*. And if this lady were a gay car, she'd run Tarot down. Who knew there were still these thoughts? I'm naive, I guess I didn't. *NB - this lady is using 'lady' only in reference to a famous feminist story, just in case Otta was wondering.

Jane, if you're going to complain about people not being able to spell, could you please learn the difference between 'your' and 'you're'? Otherwise, as you were...

Oh no. I pretty much gave up posting ages ago (bar the odd giveaway or Hipster-off) but I lurk around, hoping to find out where to buy lunch, and hoping for some entertainment when I eat it. I mean this in the nicest possible way, but Louisa was pretty much always that. I feel the soundtrack to the party at le Moulin should be Terry Jacks.

people are idiots. when wishing to express anger or joy, they write things like RAAAAAGGGEEEEE - which we all can see is clearly pronounced 'raggy' (only a bit shoutier), and thus makes no sense in the context, or LOOOOOVEEEEE, which we understand from the rules of English to be pronounced 'loovy'. Please learn how things are pronounced. And Turmeric. Turmer-fu*k*ng-ic. See that r? It's right f*%@ing there!

You know what's not a pathetic shark? Carcharadon carcharias. F*cking legend.

If you like the Mumfords, but are a bit ashamed of it, like Dan Mangan instead. He's good, innit. Robots need love too. He knows where it's at.

Cyanide Pills are playing at the Windmill tonight. They'll take the Mumford pain away.

Bran, you say? Shit, if you're up and about, we're all doomed.

Dear Mr Hog Roast owner / boss, A plea. When you're training up new staff, please train them and make sure they're chaperoned - don't leave them on their own on their first day. My sandwich today was rubbish. The bread roll was cut only about halfway across, so the guy only filled to where it opened. And where he did fill, it was really scant, so I got about a quarter to a third of the normal filling. Unfortunately I didn't find out until I got it home 15 minutes later. I know you like to tell the staff off for putting too much meat in the sandwiches, I've heard you do it a few times, but this was unacceptable. I'm not blaming the guy, he was lovely, really friendly and sweet. But he was on his own on his first day and worried about putting too much in. The contents of the sandwiches have been noticeably thinner of late, but I still make my regular stop there on a Saturday. Another day like today though, and I won't.

Otta Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I'm certainly not talking about any of the people > Rosie earlier mentioned. And I'm definitely not > talking about the successful people Seabag > mentioned. > > I'm talking about the people that have ensured > that when I went to look for some new glasses, > EVERY bloody pair was thick black rimmed. ... Except the bit > about dressing up as Edwardian gentry (which by > the way I'd never have labelled hipster - which is > another example of how no one actually knows what > a hipster is). I just find that particular group > of junior right wingers a bit distasteful. Dude. If your issue is just with spectacles, shouldn't you be berating graphic designers..? Not sure how you know that you're not talking about any of the people I mentioned. I failed to state that the friends I mentioned earlier also have a penchant for hipster clothes: neon, 80s batwing jumpers, snow-washed denim, assymetric hairstyles, Victoriana and Edwardiana. Not all at once (usually). That would be ridiculous. There are a couple of beards too. A point that I think has been missed is the way a lot of these trends are born out of a lack of finances. People working in retail / doing the door in clubs to support their street art habit don't have the disposable income to dress head to toe in Gap. Hence second hand clothes and the cheapest frames at the opticians. Then a momentum builds, a trend develops, and suddenly the thick black frames are in the Karen Millen range at Specsavers. Karen Millen (!) - purveyors of synthetic fibres used to denote the Made in Essex type of hard-faced fake-tanned french-manicured strumpet who's no better than she ought to be by wardrobe departments across the land. Without wanting to labour a point, I'm just saying you can't judge a book by its day-glo cover.

I appreciate this is a serious thread, but I really think Suspicious Vaseline would be a great name for a band.

But which tribe? Beards and bicycles at Look Mum No Hands, snow washed denim rave at Dalston Roofpart, or neon health freaks at Morning Gloryville? There isn't one tribe of "hipsters", it's just nonsense. And don't get your knickers in a twist. Your 'bravo' comment wasn't rude?

Otta Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Dressing up for a gig or a party is one thing. > Dressing up to walk down the street so people will > look at you is quite another. > > But I think we've all got the message Rosie, > you're like, uber cool and way more tuned in than > the rest of us. Bravo. I'm really not. I used to be - I used to be on first name terms with the doormen at the Hacienda, but that was 20 years ago. I now have Limahl on my gym playlist and I love Poirot and Death in Paradise (kudos, MikeP). But I've reached an age where I don't care so much what people think about me - I wear what I like when I like, I wear clothes that make me happy, and I might bring out a headband or a 1960s housecoat when I'm just walking down the street. You know what, legwarmers keep my legs warm, AND they make me feel like I'm in a Jane Fonda video. SCORE! You're as likely to think I look preposterous as I am to think your short sleeved shirts are horrid. But they wouldn't make me want to smack you in the face, which is something you've expressed on here. I just like people who have fun and don't sneer at other people. I can't think that sneering feels very much like fun, so it's just not for me. But the rest of you, fill your boots. And BNG, I've settled on the red velvet bow - come find me. I'll buy you a pint of unironic beer.

Heh, no it's not. 1988?! I'm a little too young for that, you mofos! But thanks, Quidlington - does look like me and I did sport a spiral perm at the time. Now then, Peebster, I know you are sincere, but how can I put this kindly? On this, you're an idiot! I think you're drawing too many inferences based on your own hypothesis. Victoriana has been a thing for ages. The nice Time for Tea man on Shoreditch High Street has been sporting his handsome moustaches for years - once considered an eccentricity, now a subject for ridicule by the be-gileted masses? Are Steampunkers hipsters? Where do the neon 80s revivalists and the lumberjacks fit with your workhouse appropriation narrative? What makes you so sure that other people's love of tweed is ironic where David Carnell's is virtuous? At university in psychoanalysis, we learned to draw conclusions from the evidence before us, not seek to find confirmation of our own supposition! (apply winky face, if you can bear it) I'm good friends with many people a lot of commenters on this thread would call hipsters. Artists, musicians, DJs, actors, film makers, tech entrepreneurs, weird 'quirky' events organisers in their 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s. Without exception, they are pursuing their passions with conviction and determination, and they are genuine and enthusiastic when others do likewise. Not one of them is living off the "bank of mummy and daddy" (hmm, cliche much?). There is a joy about them, because they're having fun and loving what they do. It's refreshing and inspiring and something that is utterly lacking from this thread. Without exception, I have never once heard any of them sneer at anyone else, again, something I cannot say about this thread, some of which makes for pretty ugly reading. And Otta - dressing up is for kids? Singularly joyless. I'm currently torn between wearing my velvet minnie mouse ears or my red velvet Snow White bow headband for the Godfathers gig tonight.

I've met quite a few of you. The idea that you have any notion what hipsters do when they're out having fun, beyond what you've read in The Guardian or Telegraph while sitting on your arse in a suburban pub, is laughable.