Archive for December, 2005

GEEZERS

Fenchurch Street Station in London is a piss stained McDonald’s wrapper of a train stop, replete with 20 quid whores and placard wielding golf-sale bods.

In this picture however these two Fenchurch residents are doing all the things people expect from Londoners including sitting in a dirty bar smoking fags and drinking tea, discussing the latest ‘chav-grime track’ and planning their mobile-phone mugging tactics…

London’s not really like that…t’s run by the Albanian mafia, has the highest underground train fares in Europe (If all your mates live in zone 6) and is dirty, overcrowded and full of people who work in “meedja”… but i love it and at least its not Manchester… they can’t even speak proper like what I does in Manchester.

FENCHURCH produce British street wear at its best (all featuring their train track logo) and are well positioned to knock other London-Lifestyle pretenders like Boxfresh and Pepe jeans from their lofty perches…Dead good prices too.

20 quid for a tee and about 50 for a sweat.

www.fenchurchclothing.com

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Amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant…

Now pay attention Grimes. The Latin “Aquascutum” roughly translates as “water off”. And in this picture on page 8 what can we see …?

Any ideas at the back there? Tickerton-Smythe?

That’s right, its a rather effete young man from school house sporting a raincoat. I notice that he is wearing a non school regulation shirt and tie though!

Hmmm! No exeat weekend pass for that boy!

Now then as pupils of St. Fashionets School for Boys it is imperative that you are not seen in town wearing Burberry as that particular company seems to only supply, how shall I put this?… checkered baseball hats for the “Chavs”. (See www.chavscum.com).

So if you need a raincoat and you want a really good one… get Aquascutum.

Nil desperandum.

www.aquascutum.co.uk

www.chavscum.com

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Lobster

I read this book in the original French and didn’t understand a word, that‘ll be because I can’t read French. I tried the English version and that was a whole lot better.

It’s a first person account of the wreck of the Titanic from the point of view of a Lobster. Part broiled he survives the tragic sinking of the Titanic and in the process finds himself changed and attracted to Angelina the very same woman that ate his father. One life changing orgasm later and they are tragically separated.  Still with me … Yeah I know it’s weird that’s why I am recommending you to read this book. A surreal love story full of erotic prose and laden with symbolism about the difficulty of communication and the changes caused by profound love. All that’s missing is a good recipe for Lobster sauce…

Guillaume Lecasble 2005  ISBN 1 903517 34 6
Read more www.dedalusbooks.com

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