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There are certain people in this world who could pop a turd in their top pocket and in a week’s time half the population would be walking around with soiled shirts.  These people are what we call “cool”.  They are the moustache bearing, man-bun sporting, pointy finger nail wearing, large spec, scarf toting trend setters, and I’m pissed off with them.  Pissed off because they keep bloody taking shit that us “non-coolies” like and making it cool – thus inevitably ruining it.  And when the next big thing comes along they toss it from their crib like a petulant child in “vintage” doc martins, returning it to us plebs cracked, broken and twice as expensive.

In this particular case the subject of my pissed-off-ish-ness is chicken, primarily of the fried variety.  Continue reading →