Or not.

I just passed three members of cock-rock fucktards Towers of London loitering outside a laundrette on Edgware Road.

I really wanted to ask them whether they thought Motley Crue meets Shoreditch twat was the new look for this spring, and where I could get jeans with such neat, symmetrical rips in them. But there were three of them and only two of me, and they look pretty big up close, especially with that oh-so-calculatedly-dishevelled hair. Awful wankers.