and cunting New Era caps worn at rakish angles who insist on playing piss poor Foo Fighters cover versions at open mic nights on your poxy out of tune Tomy My First Acoustic Guitars in spite of the fact that your slot has ended and you are now sat at a table with your gormless future shop assistant friends whilst an infinitely more talented guitarist who is three times your age, looks like Colonel Sanders: 'The Woodstock Years' and is playing a pretty fucking astounding take on Mississippi delta blues over the top of your impotent fretboard abuse.....CEASE AND DESIST IMMEDIATELY.