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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.

http://img3.etsystatic.com/012/0/5358502/il_224xN.424911943_kc5m.jpg = http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRsiEGMHVQ-dlhlI_9a0lgbyXN_6309sOh-pTCJTVpGeAlEqeqX


http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQVqHV1TmG2_SKbRa-2Bht6LQjgHAVIgNBqRcYRVff2g35LTM7f = http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRsiEGMHVQ-dlhlI_9a0lgbyXN_6309sOh-pTCJTVpGeAlEqeqX


http://img3.etsystatic.com/012/0/5358502/il_224xN.424911943_kc5m.jpg + http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQVqHV1TmG2_SKbRa-2Bht6LQjgHAVIgNBqRcYRVff2g35LTM7f = http://theelephantgun.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/general-outrage1.jpg........... it's a matter of aesthetic balance.

I'm not disliking the whole beard/hipster thing in P-ham - mostly !


But there's ONE dude ( there has to be one )who I see that really friggin annoys me. No reason, I've never spoken to him, or anything else, but i've taken against him.


He's a tall dark haired, pony tailed, plaited beard-o who frequents the Rye Cafe. I've seen him with his child and with his partner too. His manner just urks me no end and I want to pull his plaited beard and cut it off with a giant pair of shears.


I'd quite like to pull his hair really hard too, the loud voiced creepy smug faced patronising cunt that he is.



If you fancy meeting up in the Cafe, we could gang up on him a bit.

  • 3 months later...

I thought a few of you might enjoy this

http://potlatch.typepad.com/weblog/2011/03/an-open-letter-to-the-hipsters.html


"If I were to tell you, my dear hipster, that you represent a post-liberal youth movement, you probably wouldn't have a clue what I meant. You have probably never met anyone who wasn't a liberal. You have scarcely heard of The Daily Mail, for which I envy you. Your idea of a conservative is someone who suggests you wear a bicycle helmet. Your boss doesn't even notice your tatoos, which must register as something of a shame. You are so liberal as to not even know it. So what is it you yearn for?



I suggest, it is the post-punk period of circa 1977-84, the years between The Sex Pistols ripping up the rule book, and The Smiths piecing it back together again. And let me go one further, with a proposition that might (or might not) offend some of you: what you yearn for is the fulfillment of the promises of Thatcherism. What frustrates you about Britain (and, for your American progenitors, New York and California) in the early 21st century is the gap between the rhetoric and the reality of economic freedom. You have been seeking to renew economic liberalism, just as baggy and rave renewed social liberalism."

???? Wrote:

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> On the few times I venture out into the land of

> late nights nowadays, the sad sight of many 50 and

> 40 somethings (mainly blokes) off their nuts on

> pills or coke takes me comfortably back to repeats

> of Morse and a bit of online poker on a Saturday

> night


Remember it's you who went to the wrong place - not them.

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