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the shizzle => shootin' the shit => Topic started by: tomtom on October 15, 2010, 12:35:47 pm
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Found this (I think) funny blog/page today:
http://hackneyhipsterhate.tumblr.com/ (http://hackneyhipsterhate.tumblr.com/)
This ones good:
http://hackneyhipsterhate.tumblr.com/post/888932866/fieldday (http://hackneyhipsterhate.tumblr.com/post/888932866/fieldday)
F*ck knows if this is the right thread but hey.. :shrug: comments are fun...
(http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab119/hackneyhipsterhate/bubblegreensocks.png)
(http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab119/hackneyhipsterhate/marplebubble.png) ;D
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This blog is incredible. And its on the front page of the guardian.
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This blog is incredible. And its on the front page of the guardian.
Indeed - the irony! (and my idleness is busted!)
(http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab119/hackneyhipsterhate/guardiansbubble.jpg)
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http://hackneyhipsterhate.tumblr.com/post/793555617/hipster-casualty-100710#disqus_thread (http://hackneyhipsterhate.tumblr.com/post/793555617/hipster-casualty-100710#disqus_thread)
Perhaps not all hipsters are cunts. But certainly an awful lot of cunts decide to be hipsters.
:lol:
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via a link on one of the comments: ;D ;D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVmmYMwFj1I&feature=player_embedded# (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVmmYMwFj1I&feature=player_embedded#)
oops, Jasper has just informed me this may have already appeared on the quality/non quality non-climbing videos thread... :-[
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That's genius! :great:
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It's been all over Twitter but it's worth a repost. Very funny.
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That brightened up a very dreary Fri afternoon.
Thanks
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If you want to share an experience of meeting a total and utter poseur bastard moron in Hackney, Dalston or Clapton, please feel free to. If it’s great, it’ll probably get posted
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I'm sorry but has anyone else realised that all these cunts are actually exactly the same breed as the self - important, whining, red - brick educated cunts that you see in cheesy bars in Clapham and Fulham, but just in different garms?
I've actually got a lot more time for the Clapham cunts as at least boat shoes, pink shirts, Ugg boots, and pashminas sit better with their generic Hampshire - Home Counties - Cheltenham Ladies College rah rah dribbling than day glo specs with no lenses and £400 brogues with no socks
Cunts
Dalston and Peckham are actual historically shit heaps for a reason - and no one apart from Tajiks, Afghans, and Somalis wanted to live there until little Venetia and Hugo got their 2.1 in history of art from Bristol and heard from their 'crazy' mate Jocasta about how 'cool' Broadway fucking market, or London Fields, or that wank car park pop up bollocks in SE15 is..
If I managed to escape Civil war in Mogadishu, Kabul, or Dushanbe, and (at some expense, and hardship) made it all the way to Hackney without getting killed, and was looking forward to seeing my family, and was greeted by a load of smug, insincere, annoying fucking idiots in their mid 20's who pretended to be poor and walked around without any socks on when they actually worked for big advertising and PR agencies in Soho I'd probably be begging that fat Chinese trafficker guy to send me back.
I generally find myself just about tolerating Venetia and Hugo if I see them on Northcote Road on a Sunday afternoon shopping for sunblush tomatoes or fennel or wearing a bodywarmer or some Uggs cos that's what Venetias and Hugos have always done
But
When I see them in 'Sam Sparro thrown through a charity shop' get - up with some £200 major fucking accident silver haircut arguing with a fishmonger on Ridley Road or doing practically anything on a sunny day in Clissold park or London Fields I actually just want to have the little fuckers thrown down a well and then put down and set on fire.
I would gas the fucking Dalston Superstore with fentanyl weekly
Williamsburg and New York's LES Hipsters are partially to blame for this complete fucking disaster as they invented 'looking like a bit of a bell end' about 10 years ago when we were subjected to the Strokes.
But again, skinny jeans and t shirts size 7-8 years old go a bit better on a wiry New Yorker than on some ridiculous Hoorah Henry iron cunt from Winchester
Oh, and while we're on the subject...
I did go to university and I'm white and middle class so I can spot these cunts a fucking mile off
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:lol: Very good!
little Venetia and Hugo got their 2.1 in history of art from Bristol a
Unfortunately for me, a lot of these ball-bags have elected to stay in Bristol too. :furious:
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Que Nathan
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All photos taken within a ten minute walk from my house!
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All photos taken within a ten minute walk from my house!
Are they representative?
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Yes. I was down there once, saw a guy with about 500 skulls on his outfit. C-R-A-Z-Y.
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If you want to share an experience of meeting a total and utter poseur bastard moron in Hackney, Dalston or Clapton, please feel free to. If it’s great, it’ll probably get posted
Reply :-
I'm sorry but has anyone else realised that all these cunts are actually exactly the same breed as the self - important, whining, red - brick educated cunts that you see in cheesy bars in Clapham and Fulham, but just in different garms?
I've actually got a lot more time for the Clapham cunts as at least boat shoes, pink shirts, Ugg boots, and pashminas sit better with their generic Hampshire - Home Counties - Cheltenham Ladies College rah rah dribbling than day glo specs with no lenses and £400 brogues with no socks
Cunts
Dalston and Peckham are actual historically shit heaps for a reason - and no one apart from Tajiks, Afghans, and Somalis wanted to live there until little Venetia and Hugo got their 2.1 in history of art from Bristol and heard from their 'crazy' mate Jocasta about how 'cool' Broadway fucking market, or London Fields, or that wank car park pop up bollocks in SE15 is..
If I managed to escape Civil war in Mogadishu, Kabul, or Dushanbe, and (at some expense, and hardship) made it all the way to Hackney without getting killed, and was looking forward to seeing my family, and was greeted by a load of smug, insincere, annoying fucking idiots in their mid 20's who pretended to be poor and walked around without any socks on when they actually worked for big advertising and PR agencies in Soho I'd probably be begging that fat Chinese trafficker guy to send me back.
I generally find myself just about tolerating Venetia and Hugo if I see them on Northcote Road on a Sunday afternoon shopping for sunblush tomatoes or fennel or wearing a bodywarmer or some Uggs cos that's what Venetias and Hugos have always done
But
When I see them in 'Sam Sparro thrown through a charity shop' get - up with some £200 major fucking accident silver haircut arguing with a fishmonger on Ridley Road or doing practically anything on a sunny day in Clissold park or London Fields I actually just want to have the little fuckers thrown down a well and then put down and set on fire.
I would gas the fucking Dalston Superstore with fentanyl weekly
Williamsburg and New York's LES Hipsters are partially to blame for this complete fucking disaster as they invented 'looking like a bit of a bell end' about 10 years ago when we were subjected to the Strokes.
But again, skinny jeans and t shirts size 7-8 years old go a bit better on a wiry New Yorker than on some ridiculous Hoorah Henry iron cunt from Winchester
Oh, and while we're on the subject...
I did go to university and I'm white and middle class so I can spot these cunts a fucking mile off
Fuck me mate, you want to get a grip.
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However, I shall say this.. I live in Dalston, you get the odd hooker outside, but generally you learn to tolerate all sorts. I had an interview at a well-known ad agency in the tea building last year, having worked in branding in Bristol before I moved here. I could tell within ten seconds that, not only did everyone look like the same wanky fake geek-chic tosser, but there was no way I could be paid any amount of money to spend 9 hours a day with these people. Since then I've learned to keep them at a distance, go to proper boozers and make my way back to a place I can climb properly.
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Not my reply, "mate" - cut and paste blog response to the quoted text. Eloquent though, I thought.
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Not my reply, "mate" - cut and paste blog response to the quoted text. Eloquent though, I thought.
Sorry then. My mistake.
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They brighten up my weekends, laughing at people dressed ridiculously is one of the best things about London. I find it hard to see why people take offence at how others dress, why does it matter?
This week ridicule next week really cool.
JB nowt wrong with a few skulls ;)k
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Not my reply, "mate" - cut and paste blog response to the quoted text. Eloquent though, I thought.
Sorry then. My mistake.
I forgive you, lovely knockers, "pal".
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(http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab119/hackneyhipsterhate/vanilla.jpg)
Out looking for his lost pets maybe? (http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/09/28/vanilla-ice-loses-pet-kangaroo-jay-leno/)
(http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab119/hackneyhipsterhate/squarecakewords.jpg)
Has to be put in just for this comment:
I hate the blond twat with red sunnies and the stripy top on. wanker! I would Bum his ars though.
OK...
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My goodness, it's as if my innermost thoughts have been broadcast.
I just dread the day when old cords and brouges become the new fashion.
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Everyone is wearing brogues in e London slopes, lots of cords too, Tory boy is definitely part of the look.
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I forgive you, lovely knockers, "pal".
Ta. I chose them myself.
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Batten down the climbing walls troops, they're invading...
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nxd0JGT_d5U/VJFZYS_7xcI/AAAAAAAABVQ/4WgRr5B04Ck/s1600/ffs2.jpg)
Terrible saggy-arsed diarrhoea-effect trousers, pulled down for effect - check.
Long trouser with trainers AND ankle socks - check.
Stupid micro-topknot - check.
Girlfriend in sports gear and vintage baggy cardigan - check.
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Gosh, perhaps we can pursude them that caving is where it's at, that said I rarely frequent climbing walls these days, far too many people taking it seriously.
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Batten down the climbing walls troops, they're invading...
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nxd0JGT_d5U/VJFZYS_7xcI/AAAAAAAABVQ/4WgRr5B04Ck/s1600/ffs2.jpg)
Terrible saggy-arsed diarrhoea-effect trousers, pulled down for effect - check.
Long trouser with trainers AND ankle socks - check.
Stupid micro-topknot - check.
Girlfriend in sports gear and vintage baggy cardigan - check.
''We're here for the drytooling competition''.
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Very good :lol:
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"I'm one of Lagerstarfish's new Mistresses. Can you tell him I've arrived"
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Gosh, perhaps we can pursude them that caving is where it's at, that said I rarely frequent climbing walls these days, far too many people taking it seriously.
Caving is where it's at, ask Sam T.
But I don't thin they would be interested as you can't pose when up to this sort of thing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFNDFH_O8S0 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFNDFH_O8S0)
I suppose the thing they would be interested in is dressing like a complete fucking cu*t. It's the bit that appeals to me.
Media City, their spiritual home. Made up fucking jobs doing fuck all of any fucking worth. Tossers.
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Nonsense, it's The Northern 1/4 or Chorlton.
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Apologies. I stand corrected.
The middle age media wanker hipster with a "job" is to be found at media city.
With a beard, a fucking massive fucking beard, a big ironic fucking hairy fucking beard.
Arggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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Nonsense, it's The Northern 1/4 or Chorlton.
Chorlton's too cool for trousers like that. It's all lumbersexuals around here.........
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I don't even dare ask what that means.
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Those hareem pants are so 2012.