RosieH

I disagree Huguenot. "Getting on the pitch" means nothing to me, beyond maybe "having a go". And while I agree with Orwell that new metaphors are a good thing and to be recommended, I do think opaque sporting references from noted geeks hit a bum note. In the broader argument, I'm pro-Ed. I voted for him over his brother because his politics better reflect my own. Neither do I subscribe to this idea of his shafting his brother - are we saying that being the first born gives you automatic first dibs? I could never get my head round the notion that Ed should just let his brother have it.

Something's wrong in the cosmos when the alpha papas of ED get all judgey mcjudgerson on the groovy young things of elsewhere. They're probably listening to Bowie while they're at it, with nary a hint of irony. STEP AWAY FROM THE BOWIE. I REPEAT, STEP AWAY FROM THE BOWIE. Here's some nice REO Speedwagon you might like.

Haven't you read The Joy of Sex?

It's true. Although, what am I WEARING?

woodrot's just jealous because his mum still buys his pants from Avanti at C&A. Face it losers, hipsters look cooler than you and get all the girls. You just look like their dads. Mondeos forever, YEAH!

I should clarify that I've never actually played D&D - closest I came was that cartoon on the telly... But I do love a good wizard.

hmm, rethought that - suggested a slur I didn't intend - other than on the tasteless rice brand

Oh my god, I imagine I could lose whole weeks of my life to that. I WANT to be hipster; I just can't help being Dungeons and Dragons.

So UncleBen, just so the rest of us know which establishment to avoid if we don't like ranty rants with our dinner, which is yours again?

Yes yes yes. Exactement! But why should it make me feel so sad? Now, tell me of this Prancing Pony. Is this some kind of LOTR game? A lute wouldn't seem quite apposite for the burly blokes of Bree.

Somebody was just whistling, and the tune sounded like one from the Ocarina of Time songbook. And I felt a sadness in my heart, like I had just come across a long-forgotten photo of a lost love that made me weep. I think I need professional help. Or a support group.

Yeah, I'm with you on that reeko. I've got pissed off with what I perceived to be party political grandstanding in the past, but I've got to say, I'm flummoxed. I can't see how what James Barber in this regard is doing is anything but to our benefit. Wanting the local eating establishments to be up to snuff is a good thing, surely...?

Definitely not crusty - more Pulp and St Martins and fanzines than whirlygig and dogs on strings. and LondonMix, how on earth do you determine a lack of authenticity just by looking at someone? And if that's the criterion for judgment, then those old school art house types are just as guilty - have you never listened to Common People?

the-e-dealer Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > No interest was shown in an edittedphoto to help > the collection of evidence. You take the poster's not taking you up on the offer of a PM as evidence of his guilt? That's akin to calling a woman a lesbian because she doesn't want you to touch her arse.

Nah, 20 years ago there were definitely hipsters - I know because I myself am cool and hip and hung out there with them. The terminology may have changed, but the man-made fibres certainly haven't. S'just another word for art school style innit.

What are you talking about? Loads of hipsters in New Cross. Just not enough to do up the shop fronts to make it look like the Dalston strip.

You don't say "appears" in the thread title.

I blame you then.

They said New Cross twenty years ago...

Got 'em!

Lord Downham sounds like quite the hipster. Downham seconded.

What is "Downham"?

Oh come off it - everyone??? Christ, if it's in Metro, then it's already over. I'm predicting Penge.

Utilise. I fucking hate that word.

Jesus, when my decomposing, cat-eaten corpse (they break in you know) is found seeping into the covers, he's not going to want it back anyway... Fizzy cola bottles cannot quench my existential angst. Actually, I'm not sure anything can quench an angst, especially not these little cocknballs-shaped haribo.