WICKED bitter lemon Fred Perry polo, black/black 501's and Doc Marten bovver boots; new waxed coat, flat cap.

It's like it's '84 again and one ought to be standing outside Heaven or the Marquee or the Wag (do these places even still exist?) in the middle of the night being told to "get lost, son" by Winston or Joe or whatever the clown's name was.

Good times