For some inexplicable reason, one of said punters took umbrage and decided that a stiffly-worded letter to their head office might be insufficient to get his point of view across.
]]>I was living in Cloud Cuckoo Land, Massachusetts, at the time, though (well, Cambridge, anyway), so perhaps it doesn’t count.
(Actually, I prefer the original Greek Nephelokokkygia, though it’s good in German, too: Wolkenkuckkucksheim. Almost Wagnerian, in fact. But the best use of the phrase is still Margaret Thatcher’s, from 1987: ""Anyone who thinks the ANC is going to run the government of South Africa is living in cloud-cuckoo-land.")
]]>I live somewhere where I get home from work to find police everywhere and hear that four people have been shot at the end of my damn road. Maybe I’m just getting too old to understand the nefarious methods of the Youth Of Today (21 and over the hill. Woe), but I don’t think the weapon in question was a frigging hoodie. I might feel a bit safer if the powers that be stopped diverting resources into moral panics about total irrelevances.
Besides anything else, wearing my hoodie = nobody can see my hair, face or figure = I don’t get kerb-crawled by threatening fuckwits when I’m walking home. (Who are usually thirty- or forty-somethings in cars. They’re the new teenagers in hoodies, y’know.) You’ll prise it out of my cold dead hands. Also, when you’ve got this many bits of metal through your ears, any garment that covers them is a Good Thing in cold weather. Pink fluffy earmuffs look fabulous, but put too much pressure on my piercings.
]]>Re, the subject I can confirm what Matthew said about crime from personal experience. It’s been ten years since anyone pulled a gun on me. Maybe that’s because I now live in cloud cuckoo land, M8.
]]>Either that or you dress like a chav (insert stereotype of your choice here) and don’t look like you’re worth mugging. ;)
]]>