Well, what a short lived blogging career I began with! One post! I was like a virgin who dropped into the fat, spotty mess on a bench outside the kebab house after I’d had one glass too many of chardonnay… tainted for life and scared to go anywhere near it again!
Still, If you fall off the horse, you have to get back on; live by the sword, die by the sword; a picture is worth a thousand words; a penny saved….
Now that’s out of the system, I best add a bit of content to this waffle that literally no one will ever read. Here goes. (deep breathe in) Who the hell decided it was ok for people to start growing ridiculous Captain Birdseye beards? When did it become a sane idea to get a sleeve of stars and cloud tattoos on your arm, grow your hair into a ‘top knot’, and have a beard that will soak up the milk in your cornflakes if you don’t keep your head tilted back from the breakfast table? I’m not talking about the die hard gorillas who have had beards since they were fifteen, or the heavy metal warriors who love long hair wherever they can grow it. I’m talking to those trendy pricks who could be found, only two or three years ago, on the strip in magaluf with no tattoos, toms on their feet, and an all saints v-neck t-shirt on… the kind of cunt that had a wooly hat on in the sun and believed that YOLO was some sort of mantra!
Now I know the band wagon is a tough ride to not buy a ticket for. And I’m sure I have a few crumpled ticket stubs in my pockets from when I’ve hitched a ride in the past, but it’s completely another thing to redesign your entire life and image in a few short months, only to change it again in a years time! When do these clowns finally get off and say “actually, I’m not an artist, these glasses aren’t prescription, I like look a twat, and so do the thousands of other sheep trying to look like Brian Blessed with a ponytail”? Still, at least they can take comfort that when the next trend kicks in, they’ll have a few months to try and add some deluded meaning to those prayer beads, stars, and eagle wings they got tattooed in one rush sitting!
It seems a very warped logic they apply from the offset; I actually think that they start out thinking they’re all individuals and not ‘mainstream conformists’, but the irony is that after six months they are exactly what they thought they weren’t… fucking idiots!
One more thing… who employs these cunts, and what happens when the gaffer says “yeah, we were going to give you that promotion, but you look homeless, you potentially have birds nesting on your face, and you’ve just had ‘self made’ tattooed across your knuckles. The Japanese executives won’t think that’s cool whilst discussing merger plans”.
Unfortunately, time confirms that there is no antidote for the continuous conveyor belt of lemmings, and even as they finally take the plunge into a settled sense of belonging, they will be replaced by the next ‘individual’ that replicates the idiosyncrasies of what no one else is apparently doing.
I just can’t wait for the ‘outdoors trend’ where they all think camping is cool and fuck off to the woods for eighteen months!!
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