I was trapped in a student night last night. Not just any student night, but the local World Famous Art School student night.
I can totally get going to a charity shop and buying dead people's clothes. Saving money and looking unique. And of course these youngsters look good in anything.
But these lads aren't dressed like their grandfathers, they're dressing like *my* grandfathers. You can't get those clothes in charity shops anymore, not really. They're not going to charity shops, they're going to retro shops and spending proper money. I find this a bit unimaginative.
Especially unimaginative considering the daft/imaginative outfits the women were wearing.
I was regaled in my damp and somewhat sweaty work clothes.
Generally a lovely bunch of young people though. They need to respect the pool table more.
I can totally get going to a charity shop and buying dead people's clothes. Saving money and looking unique. And of course these youngsters look good in anything.
But these lads aren't dressed like their grandfathers, they're dressing like *my* grandfathers. You can't get those clothes in charity shops anymore, not really. They're not going to charity shops, they're going to retro shops and spending proper money. I find this a bit unimaginative.
Especially unimaginative considering the daft/imaginative outfits the women were wearing.
I was regaled in my damp and somewhat sweaty work clothes.
Generally a lovely bunch of young people though. They need to respect the pool table more.