LOOK AT ME!!

[touchingcloth]

A degree of wackiness should be tolerated on a fun run, so costumes and amusing modes of transport would be acceptable. Commuting on it however would merit being pushed under a train.

The fun run was at the more acceptable end of excuses he has found to get on his wheel. As well as commuting - by train, so cycle to the station, stash unicycle on train, carry on again at the other side - he escorts his kids to school on it. I promise you he is not a cunt, but I can definitely see the issues with the optics.

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[Marner and Me]

I have also seen someone on a penny farthing.

[Voltan (Man of Steel)]

He probably doesn't even want people to look at him. It's just a practical way to get around town (Shoreditch).*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_QyTnGPmEc

*is Shoreditch still the place?

[gilbertharding]

Listening to music on headphones while outdoors, 'attention seeking'? Riding fixies around Shoreditch?

I seriously had to check this wasn't a bumped thread from 2003.

[Better Midlands]

Listening to music on headphones while outdoors, 'attention seeking'? Riding fixies around Shoreditch?

I seriously had to check this wasn't a bumped thread from 2003.

Time for a Nathan Barley reappraisal.

[gilbertharding]

I've said it before, but I remember folk on a board I used to be a member of (bobpitch.org) complaining that an upcoming TV series of Nathan Barley was doomed to irrelevance because it was satirizing a scene which was about five years gone at that point.

But, seemingly, Nathan Barley is timeless.

[Uncle TechTip]

This is basically anyone who owns a pug isn't it? Or any type of dog that has trouble breathing or eating due to monstrous inbreeding.

Actually just any type of dog.

Dog owners aren't necessarily look-at-me but they always seem to presume that you give a fuck about their pet. A bit like the worst type of parents.

[keir]

I remember years ago I was having a coffee at a pavement table (it was when I still smoked) and someone came up the hill on a unicycle and I averted my eyes because I didn't want to encourage him.

[Cuntbeaks]

Dog owners aren't necessarily look-at-me but they always seem to presume that you give a fuck about their pet. A bit like the worst type of parents.

Cunts with dogs are insufferable cunts.

[holyzombiejesus]

When I lived in Manchester, I used to encounter this cunt on the cycle way from Whalley Range to Gorton. He would ride no-handed whilst playing the bongos. I so wanted to cycle in to him and make him fall off.

[honeychile]

I once had a work meeting in London and had met up at Kings Cross with people from other branches around the country to walk to the venue. Someone unicycled past us, and me and another bloke just looked at each other and went "... London..."

Riding your bike no-hands does have its merits. Sometimes you need to give your back a good stretch, shouldn't feel self-conscious about it.

I'm afraid i like people playing their music outside, blaring out of cars etc. I like city noise.

[Puce Moment]

Lived on the Railton Rd in Brixton back in the 90s with a huge amount of crusties and professional squatters. The carrying around of rats on one's shoulders and necks was unnecessarily popular.

Reached a peak at the Brixton cinema when someone in front of me had two of them walking around. I love rats but come on mate.

[sick as a pike]

May last year, Aljezur, Portugal. Outside either one of the two bars by the church: the two German customers with their hangs.

POINGY POINGY DIDDLEY POING DANG DANG DANGY POINGY POING. DIDDLY POING DIDDLY PING, DIDDLY POINGYPING TIN TIN TIN POINGY POING.

[Finally put the hangs into their protective cases, order small coffee, have a cigarette. ...Maybe this is the end of- remove hangs from cases, smile smugly at other customers, reboot the whole fucking shitshow]

POINGY POINGY DIDDLEY POING DANG DANG DANGY POINGY POING. DIDDLY POING DIDDLY PING, DIDDLY POINGYPING TIN TIN TIN POINGY POING.

Every day. EVERY DAY. EVERY DAY.

[Captain Crunch]

I've said it before, but I remember folk on a board I used to be a member of (bobpitch.org) complaining that an upcoming TV series of Nathan Barley was doomed to irrelevance because it was satirizing a scene which was about five years gone at that point.

But, seemingly, Nathan Barley is timeless.

It is weird how that whole bubble hasn't really changed for AGES.  Maybe they think it's the pinnacle of life? 

[avatarlessnessophilia]

When I lived in Manchester, I used to encounter this cunt on the cycle way from Whalley Range to Gorton. He would ride no-handed whilst playing the bongos. I so wanted to cycle in to him and make him fall off.

Just bongos? I once saw a man arrive at his place of work by hanglider, from which was dangling a vibraphone - he'd been jamming by Skype with people in each continent and the whole thing was going out live. You try telling the young people this today, and they'll be disconcertingly non-plussed.

[Pingers]

Dog owners aren't necessarily look-at-me but they always seem to presume that you give a fuck about their pet. A bit like the worst type of parents.

Poochie woochie woo!

[Jockice]

Segways and unicycles my arse.  What you really need to get attention in the streets is a wheelchair. Although conversely it also gets you totally ignored in social situations.

[Marner and Me]

Hipster cunts with beards, because the beard is the most interesting thing about them. Blathering on about beard oil, get to fuck.

[Pauline Walnuts]

The time I saw Sophie when she played Liverpool a couple of years ago there was one, full on Shordich Hipster. I remember thinking even a couple of years ago he seemed almost nostalgically old fashioned.

[weekender]

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Didn't read what was in the post, I instead would like rally against "New page" posts.

[Dewt]

I can even do reality

[Rizla]

I remember seeing this bloke wearing big metal studded platform goth boots, massive flappy black trousers with all straps and chains on, full-length Matrix leather coat, facial and hand tattoos, several face piercings, dreads, and a top hat with aviation goggles round it, struggling to light a meerschaum pipe on a bridge in a high wind. It was very funny.

[Paul Calf]

I saw what I presumed to be an attention seeking bellend on a skateboard, topless with a big white live rabbit under one arm in the middle of town once. I might have judged him unfairly but didnt go over and strike up a conversation to find out for sure.

Is that Manchester? Used to wander around Piccadilly? Young-ish bloke?

I think he died.

[wosl]

I remember folk on a board I used to be a member of (bobpitch.org) complaining that an upcoming TV series of Nathan Barley was doomed to irrelevance because it was satirizing a scene which was about five years gone at that point.

But, seemingly, Nathan Barley is timeless.

It was both doomed and timeless from the off, since showing-off has been, and will be, with us forever, the song, not the singer (direct the spotlight back thirty-five years from Barley's time and towards Berlin and you'd soon enough pick out Rainer Langhans and pals sporting Noel Redding afros and Sgt. Pepper launch-party sporrans, lolling around fondling sitars; more politically clued-up than those dissected by Dan Ashcroft, but will-sapping metropolitan scene poseurs, regardless).  It's insufferable yet harmless behaviour, and that and its mutability courts satire, while giving it little to no traction.

[Durance Vile]

I live in a small, remote suburb of Berlin and I swear that I've never once seen any male on a bicycle between the ages of ten and forty with his hands on the fucking handlebars. Gives me the shits when I'm in the car and one of these wobbling cunts comes along.

I mainly cycle myself, though, and I'll admit that I can't do the handsfree thing and am rotten jealous, but I do know that the the local sports club has a competitive unicycling department that is partly to blame for it.

[Jockice]

I remember seeing this bloke wearing big metal studded platform goth boots, massive flappy black trousers with all straps and chains on, full-length Matrix leather coat, facial and hand tattoos, several face piercings, dreads, and a top hat with aviation goggles round it, struggling to light a meerschaum pipe on a bridge in a high wind. It was very funny.

Wasn't that the singer of 4 Non Blondes?

[touchingcloth]

Segways and unicycles my arse.  What you really need to get attention in the streets is a wheelchair. Although conversely it also gets you totally ignored in social situations.

It's because we know your lot are attention seekers, so we do this:

I remember years ago I was having a coffee at a pavement table (it was when I still smoked) and someone came up the hill on a unicycle and I averted my eyes because I didn't want to encourage him.

[flotemysost]

I used to encounter one of these every morning about five years ago when I lived near Brixton. (Obligatory rejoinder: 'Just the one?')

Weaving all over the pavements on a fucking skateboard, perilously imbalanced by a canvas tote bag espousing some indie-looking brand called something shit like SWIFT + KNAVE slung over one shoulder, floppy peroxide hair with an undercut, etc.

I mean I don't really care about what he was wearing, that kind of Dalston hipster aesthetic is pretty much ten-a-penny now anyway, it was the ostentatiousness of skateboarding to work on a crowded pavement EVERY DAY that got me.

[Colin Sanction]

LOOK AT ME!

I FORMED A BAND!

[Dex Sawash]

hangs

Look like a tit playing a tit