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On the tube home I was shoved up against a woman with one of those funny eighties twisty ponytails that necessitated a weird plastic loop thing. I recall the lengthy infomercials that used to accompany them as if they were some amazing life changing invention, of the same era when every car had a 'travel sickess strip thing' hanging off the back. I have honestly not seen either for a good fifteen years and I stared at it all the way home, transfixed. How unbelievably daggy!
Went swimming, hadn't been for a while and felt a bit guilty. Some fairly fit frog was checking me out in the queue - I mean who could resist my make-up-free face and falling down primark velour tracky bottoms?? I looked for him as I skanked toward the fast lane - quite promising, nice face and pecs. But then he stood up and revealed a pair of lycra trucks with a waistband pulled up so high that they must have surely been graded by cup size. Quel horreur! Where did this idea of racy European style ever come from? For gods sake, I wasted a good couple of months last year chasing after a man who thought that crumpled Chinos and shoes coming apart at the back was a 'snazzy look'. Not a CLUE.
I'm DJing on Saturday night in the epicentre of glamma - a pub in Nunhead. I'm covering for Joe who is elsewhere dressed up as Peter Sutcliffe for the night. Apparently it's quite cosy and mellow so I am looking forward to playing a non-banging soully funky set of all the stuff I never usually get to play. Come stalkers, come all!
Went swimming, hadn't been for a while and felt a bit guilty. Some fairly fit frog was checking me out in the queue - I mean who could resist my make-up-free face and falling down primark velour tracky bottoms?? I looked for him as I skanked toward the fast lane - quite promising, nice face and pecs. But then he stood up and revealed a pair of lycra trucks with a waistband pulled up so high that they must have surely been graded by cup size. Quel horreur! Where did this idea of racy European style ever come from? For gods sake, I wasted a good couple of months last year chasing after a man who thought that crumpled Chinos and shoes coming apart at the back was a 'snazzy look'. Not a CLUE.
I'm DJing on Saturday night in the epicentre of glamma - a pub in Nunhead. I'm covering for Joe who is elsewhere dressed up as Peter Sutcliffe for the night. Apparently it's quite cosy and mellow so I am looking forward to playing a non-banging soully funky set of all the stuff I never usually get to play. Come stalkers, come all!