Here's an idea - a kind of randomised daily memento mori for teenagers/young adults, but replacing the notion that "we'll all ultimately end up dead" with "you're not inherently cool, there's just an awful lot of money to be made out of you". It sounds like I'm bitter, and perhaps I am - 26 years old is the age that Eurostar defines as the start of adulthood, which means that the scions of young teenagerhood - T4, Bargain Hunt and Topman - no longer represent me, are no longer for me. I predict that this will be a difficult time, and that many other things (Frijj milkshake, sarcasm, current generation gaming) will either lose their appeal or be forcibly removed from my inclinations. But I will prevail. If only because sheltered housing looks awesome, the only place for me now that I've totally given up white shoes and 'ironic' hats.
Incidently, I read a newspaper article recently about a chap from round my way (my bit), now living in London. When the interviewer first met him, she noted that 'he was sporting an ironic moustache'. An ironic moustache.
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