That whole scene sours me to death man, I was driving through Hyde Park in Leeds Sunday morning at approx 11am! I saw a whole selection of those Pete Doherty types, shit boots on, shit kegs on, fuckin shit hair do's and shit hats on. Staggering around the estate sipping cans of lager as if to say "hey dudes I have been out on an all night bender, check us out, we are still drinking, isn't this cool, we are indy as fuck and we don't give a fuck" I felt like vomiting, what a fucking scene, what sour cunts. I wound the window down and shot the "geta job moshers". They didn't really hear me I don't think, too smacked out on cheap Ket and 8 for a fiver. Middle class peckers, honestly one of these days I will kidknap one of them and drop em down Beeston, see how far they get trapesing around with ortho boots on and a trilby round there before they are re-kidnapped by some little chavvy's and held to randsome. "hello, misses we have your young en, you can have him back for three undred' quids worf of skunk". Real Life Mush.
Job time peckers...