Back in the 1970's My crowd used to use a pub called 'the Retreat ' in Chigwell Row Essex for our Sunday lunchtime drinking. It was known as the posers pub. You needed a car to get there and the car park was full off flash motors driven by east end geezers that were on the up. The place smelt of new money. London footballers could be seen at the bar alongside villains, self made men, City boys. The term poser was only a mild derogatory term in that company. You needed money to be considered a poser and we all wanted money. Not having money stopped you being a poser.
Today I regard the city hipster with his big beard and lumberjack clothing as the stereotypical poser but I'm not sure today's poser has the money.
Sunday lunchtime session drinking in the pub, now there was something to behold!
The only people who drank with the same intensity as the Brits, were the Russkies, but they did it with shorts and hard liquor which discounts them!
That narrow world view, so seductive while it lasts, the Irish pub craze kept it going awhile longer than it would have naturally died for those not taking liquid MDMA in the late 80s and early 90s. Once it goes though, it's gone forever and it doesn't exist anyway else. A way of life gone.
Tony Wilson was the man that could not get NHS cancer drugs in his area.
Apart from that and his appearance on yoof TV shows I don't know much about him. He was not particularly shabby though.
Another example might be better.
Pubs/shops being open 24/7 doesnt help
Hahaha
Easily fixed with dark brown polish, I fear tan shoes no longer, for it need not be a terminal condition.
From tan->brown it is quite ambitious - every thougth of having them professionally re-dyed, baby ?