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I work next to what I think is some sort of fashion college. It's a bit weird seeing them all milling around outside the office wearing the exact same outfits I was wearing in 1994. It makes me feel like some sort of perv who's snuck in to the school disco.

Has the graun done any articles on why so many kids are wearing baggy jeans and Nirvana t-shirts? :|

Blame Mark Leckey, the return of a fixation with 90s student TV & pop culture on youtube, and a fascination with the blurry last years of analogue / first years of the internet.

Something to do with Raymond Williams’ golden escalator, the early 90s being the halcyon time just before the college kids can remember anything. In the actual 90s there was a weird fixation with 70s culture IIRC.

O, and pop up ‘entrepreneurs’ selling old 90s tat / fake modern re-makes of same, who plague my instagram ads.
 
Respect and also amazement people have that much time on their hands

It’s just a (great, & social) hobby though. Other folk get absolutely tromboned for 48 hours on a Fri / Sat. Some get up at 0400 to catch sight of a rare wading bird on the Fens. Others spend half a year building a scale model of Durham Cathedral out of matchsticks or panelling their way through different levels on a computer game. All takes huge amounts of time.

I suppose the sadness in your point is that many folk now don’t have access to time or money for things like football.
 
It’s just a (great, & social) hobby though. Other folk get absolutely tromboned for 48 hours on a Fri / Sat. Some get up at 0400 to catch sight of a rare wading bird on the Fens. Others spend half a year building a scale model of Durham Cathedral out of matchsticks or panelling their way through different levels on a computer game. All takes huge amounts of time.

I suppose the sadness in your point is that many folk now don’t have access to time or money for things like football.
The thing about football, though, is that you have to watch a bunch of blokes in ugly clothes and ugly shoes kick a ball around for an hour and a half
 
This is making me think there's got to be room for a diversion on Guardian-themed football chants. Can't actually think of any right now, but someone less tired than me should pick up the concept and do something good with it.
 
This is making me think there's got to be room for a diversion on Guardian-themed football chants. Can't actually think of any right now, but someone less tired than me should pick up the concept and do something good with it.
one-nil to the starmerites, one-nil to the starmerites...

glory glory to the fabians, glory glory to the fabians....

oh when poly, comes marching in, when poly toynbee marches in, i want to cry in the toilet, when poly toynbee marches in

that kind of thing?
 
This is making me think there's got to be room for a diversion on Guardian-themed football chants. Can't actually think of any right now, but someone less tired than me should pick up the concept and do something good with it.
Oh North London (Oh North London) is wonderful (is wonderful)
Oh North London is wonderful
It’s full of Guardian Writers and quinoa
Oh North London is wonderful
 
"Bobo" Bollan was at the centre of Berwick Rangers' social media "manager" being sacked a couple of years back. The man tweeted that Bollan had invited the Beriwck manager to "away n take yir face fir a shite", which garnered thousands of likes, but also his jotters on Monday morning from the puritanical Shielfield board.
I love going to watch Berwick Rangers play. I go with my dad. He knows some of the players as they all have jobs as local tradesmen.
 
early 90s tops rarely were. But early 90s also all the rage with art school kids now so no doubt some sadsack will be tempted.
Might have to dig out my Aberdeen goalkeeper strip (navy blue, quite nice, I wore it a lot back in the day), see what I can get for it.
 
one-nil to the starmerites, one-nil to the starmerites...

glory glory to the fabians, glory glory to the fabians....

oh when poly, comes marching in, when poly toynbee marches in, i want to cry in the toilet, when poly toynbee marches in
hello hello we are the corbyn boys
hello hello we are the corbyn boys
and if you are a starmer fan
surrender or you die
we all follow jez corbyn
 
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Back in the 70s, me and some mates arrived late for an away game at Elland Road, and accidentally headed for the wrong end. On that occasion I had reason to be thankful to Yorkshire dibble for holding back the orcs from Leeds as, with two fingered salutes and wanker hand gestures, we calmly sauntered round to the away end :thumbs:
what was the score?
 
what was the score?
No idea. There was some mither after the game (well, there would be, back then) and as a fully paid up member of The Doc's Red Army, I was happy to do my bit :hmm:

There's some video footage* of it all somewhere on t'internet. Christ, us 70s hoolies all looked like the fucking Bay City Rollers :facepalm:

*Edit: I'm guessing it's this:


But as YouTube asks me to verify my age, and I'm not prepared to give YouTube the steam off my piss, I'm unable to verify.
 
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