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During the first bout of the so-called 'Britpop' years, I famously, but correctly I think, complained about the way people like 'Menswear,' and 'Blur,' and god help them, their 'fans,' over-ran my local pub, 'The Good Mixer' in Camden. Fortunately these days, (and as has been the case for some time now, perhaps seven or eight years,) nobody much ever seems to go in there. I eye the front door of the establishment most nights while sipping my mug of Horlicks, and, while there do still appear a certain number of young 'toughs' that frequent the pavement outside the premises, peddling their various, and nefarious, 'wares,' of which I occasionally avail myself, it has been rather quiet around here since the mid-to-late Nineties. Which is how I like it. Consequently, all this talk of a 'Britpop' revival makes me feel rather nervous, and thus I must concur with Seth's suggestion above, with regard to the need to arm oneself in these trying times.
If the Kaiser Chiefs, fo example, even think of coming anywhere near Inverness Sreet, I, for one, shall have them in my sights, as, I suspect, will my good friends Jonathan Miller and Joan Bakewell!
As ever,
Alan. |
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