Takes me back to late 90s, zipper tops and shite when i used to pop into shop in London and just blow £100+ on a top. Should have kept some of them looking back. I threw out a load of Armani and Hamnet jeans (90s) in c2005 would be considered classics now.
This is a fucking choooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon
A mate was in the Royal Collage of Art early 90s studying design and shacked up with one of the fashion lecturers. she was 15 years older than him and he got her preggers and they shacked up in a 3 story Battersea place. Anyway, we used to go to some of the fashion shows, mainly to get pissed, have a toot and try to shag some of the student models. The funniest bit was that him, Nick was a twin, his sister Corina were orphans, Peruvian and brought back and adopted in the UK. Both very exotic looking. Nick's Mrs used to get him to model and make him wear all these clothes that made him look a right twat. He used to wear some them when we were out on the town as he'd bought into his hype - fuk he used to get the piss taken. Good times before shit and family got real.
^^ He once went out in a duck and down duvet fashioned into a floor length coat with long sleeves but it was dyed emerald green and this was in late May with the temp touching 20 Degs. The twat only had a pair of Y fronts on underneath and we went to a pub where there was a DJ on playing some proper bouncy tunes. He was so tooted up he peeled off the duvet and was dancing in just his Y fronts and white socks. He lost the duvet which was supposed to be given back to some student but probably ended up being given to a tramp. He spent the whole night walking around from pub to pub with just his trollies on.
...the best rendition of this "song" ever performed...
During one of the Ozark episodes
Been strumming along to this on the guitar today...
I may have posted this before:
I don't apologise.
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