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Right. Having watched VH1 all day and induced in myself an almost bilious degree of nostalgia, I reckon that the 1980s are the new 1930s.
Furthermore, mayonnaise is the new ketchup and everyone should have it on chips, except those who already do who might like to experiment with pesto (which is the old rocket. Rocket is the new Little Gem).
Swindon is the new Slough. Slough take notice, you are the new Norwich. Norwich is the new Royston Vasey and Newcastle is the new Leeds, or will be when they install a Harvey Nichols and clean up the sick.
The A-Team is the new Charlie's Angels, and I have that on good authority. Doesn't stop Andrew Motion being the new Colley Cibber though - or is that the bitter(ness) talking? Speaking of which, Bacardi Breezers are the new bitter, and Martinis are the new sparkling water, so watch out on Friday nights down the bowling alley (which is the new cocktail bar).
I could go on. But going on is the new knowing when to stop, so I won't. |
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