"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, and a trilby in any other
fabric still makes you a prick. The only redeeming quality of the
boater is that straw is remarkably flammable. Worn exclusively by
Oxbridgers who only got into the drinking society because their gran
paid for a new library, and satellite town Jack the Lads who get jacked
every time they're not out with the lads. Oh, and Olly Murs, the
shit-box messiah of the boater scene – a man whose V Festival main stage
slot must have been a spiritual homecoming on par with Malcolm X's
visit to Mecca."
An excerpt from Vice's handy guide to "hat wankers". Amazed and disappointed there's no mention of jester-style festival hats, mind...
(Thanks to Dave for the link.)
Saturday, February 09, 2013
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