Summary
I LIVE in Hackney and often wander around nearby Hoxton and Shoreditch. I look at the young groovers who hang around the place, desperately seeking the newest sense of cool, and thank God my twenties are behind me (I'm 32). All that neuroticism and idiocy is now all over.
The Eighties-style retro-fashion these kids adhere to is absurd. Every other boy looks like a pasty, anorexic reject from Franz Ferdinand: greasy black hair cut with a Stanley knife, skin-tight drainpipe jeans and pointy pixie shoes.See the full content of this document
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