It was just the ketamine, man.Can anyone remember the five black guys that used to dress up as mediaeval leather-clad heavy metal fans and stand outside KFC pumping out an endless torrent of homophobic and race hate? They were something special.
I wish that made sense.It was just the ketamine, man.
Me too. I don't remember heavy metal-ite black supremacists, I do remember lots of black supremacists in general along that stretch.I wish that made sense.
I've come across them yea. Been tempted a couple times to get stuck into a discussion, but I've chickened out.Its the gyus with the board saying that Jesus was a black man, which could be technically correct (if he were to have existed), as in he almost definitely did not have blue eyes and blond hair like in the paintings but he was unlikely to be Nigerian looking like in their pictures.
They were quite notorious. They had their own little stage and everything. Let me search the boards for some background.Me too. I don't remember heavy metal-ite black supremacists, I do remember lots of black supremacists in general along that stretch.
I think I last saw them at Oxford Circus a couple months ago. Poor bastards.They were quite notorious. They had their own little stage and everything. Let me search the boards for some background.
I was thinking about those guys only yesterday, reminded by the thread about Brixton evangelist Philip Howard. They were a weird bunch; iirc, they had a little wooden platform they'd stand on and they wore leather tunics and brass bracelets and looked like extras from Xena (only Xena hadn't happened yet).
I suspect I'd go insane there.
I wish I'd seen thatSee? I didn't make them up!
This is why the Costa branch described at the capital of this column seemed so delusory to me in its ornament; sited on Brixton High Street, it’s easily the spivviest one I’ve ever supped in. And what’s that about? Brixton is undergoing a phase of retail gentrification, with trestle tables piled high with ackee and pigs’ feet ceding ground to young lifestyle peddlers with asymmetric haircuts. You don’t need to be paranoid to see the invasion of this body-snatching coffee shop as the advance guard of a surgical strike on the area’s authentic personality – a lukewarmotomy, if you will. I make no apology for this execrable pun – after all, that’s the Costa of living nowadays.
There's loads of individual evangelists with a homophobic tinge in the centre of Brixton. There was one about 5 years ago who used to preach in the centre of the market on a Saturday who was a eurosceptic homophobe. My neighbour at the time who was a gay bloke who worked for the European Parliament used to find him particularly funny
The bloke with the Keep the Pound badges and shopping trolley?
I remember them as well.See? I didn't make them up!
That's rude. You must be a pervert or a cannibal.
Which urbanite? Name & shame, please.I was the victim of a pervert.