Paul Weller's haircut actually borders me on a psychotic rage.
Aye, that haircut turns him into an ageing drag queen who has avoided female hormones.
He can't stop can he, on account of all the ex-wives and kids he's got to keep.
Worse than a mortgage mate, he's screwed and on the treadmill until he drops.
But that's the whole point isn't it? Freeze out the riff-raff and I imagine a hypocritical champagne socialist rag such The Guardian would absolutely be the worse offender.
I am glad I work in the working man's rock n roll: the oil & gas, energy making industry. It will serve you well if you have zero connections, a work ethic and engineering or technical brain.