Tweed waistcoat.
The reason is you’re an old curmudgeon.
Ever been surfing mate? I wouldn’t call myself a surfer, haven’t been regularly in a good while, but it’s fucking great.
I bought a nice pair of GStar tapered leg jeans today. I’m hip and I’m proud
Historically I would have been a late night after work shopper (my hectic work schedule does not allow for lunchtime shopping) but I was off this week, mainly to do some jobs around the house, and Mrs. Fran and I went into town for a spot of shopping. It was a frustrating enough day to begin with, I had €400 in Brown Thomas vouchers to spend but that was quickly reduced to €150 by purchasing a scented candle, a picture frame, a cooking spatula and wedding present for one of Mrs. Fran’s friends. I was starting to despair until I spotted a stylish pair of jeans in BT2. Once I had them matched with a dashing shirt I was happy that I had avoided another unsuccessful days shopping. I only get about 3 days a year these days to treat myself to some retail therapy so I have to make every one count.
is that two of us so?
Wearing retro sports jerseys.
[QUOTE=“TheUlteriorMotive, post: 922694, member: 2272”]Riding a skateboard/push scooter to work.
Taking arty photos of you and your mates.[/QUOTE]
Rollerskates
Unless it is about Becks.
Drinks craft beer, drones on about places like Anseo, Against the Grain etc.
It’s been done, mate.
Next…
[QUOTE=“Mark Renton, post: 922827, member: 1796”]It’s been done, mate.
Next…[/QUOTE]
Ammended
Did we have wine/purple/pink coloured trousers yet?
That Against the Grain is some cunthole, I was dragged in there one night to try some fucking craft beer or other. There were cunts there playing snakes and ladders. On a fucking Saturday night!
With a veneck jumper, shirt and tie on underneath. And brown brogues. Cunts
Would never attend a gig in the O2 unless it’s some massive hip hop artist.
For all other gigs capacity of the venue cannot be more than 300.
Lets the world know when they have been invited to a ‘product launch’
There’s fuck all wrong with craft beer… some of the cunt holes that serve it, yes, but I enjoy it at home with my tweed jacket and pipe and away from those hipster bastards.
Snakes and fucking ladders mate. They were throwing dice and everything and cheering.
I walked in to a pub on Westmoreland street and the same shit was going on…wall to wall with ‘cool’ college kids sitting around playing board games… every fuckin table…one pint between about 10 of them… couldn’t believe the carry on…wankers…