What is a hipster? Look at this fucking hipster...

Now that's just not true. Don't make me start posting German rap videos.

They're spreading out west, not happy. Queens Park and Notting Hill used to be unaffected but always had a high level of yummie mummies with bugaboos.

Er... Massive hipster haven from the 60s to the 90s*...

• 'til it got too expensive to rent out there..
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All of my wife's family lived there straight out off the boat from Caribbean and then they moved to East London when out priced by hipsters and then yuppies in the 80s. It used to be properly deprived immigrant area with illegal clubs, ethnic foods and ting. Everything in place to be a hipster heaven.

Yuppies started taking over in the very late 80s... My local, Finch's (now better known as the Duke of Wellington), got overrun by Transvision Vamp and all their cunty, puffa-jacket-wearing mates... We had to up sticks to the Pelican...

All went downhill very quickly after that, for a while there it was fucking hipster heaven... I lived on Blenheim Crescent above Mike's Cafe, Ray from Thee Hypnotics lived over the road above the Travel Bookshop, Joe Strummer, Brian James, Mick Jones and all those other punk rock cunts all lived around the corner...

Good times...

That's what my wife said. When she was a teenager, all the British dancehall djs and reggae musicians were out there as well.

The sad thing is, all those vibrant but shitty areas attract students and bohemians due to low rents. Then the whole place becomes very inspirational - a place to be. Then all those bohemians, musicians and artists become successful and break through to the mainstream. Then everyone wants to get to the cash cow, rents go up, prices go up, everything is boutiqued up and the last stage is to get rid off all those people who inspired the the whatever new movement the newcomers yuppies are cashing on.

You looked out of place if you weren't carrying a guitar case...

By the way, Selim has just shared this one:

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I like to check my speed while riding my carbon bike, so I don't overheat in my cardigan.

Oh. Guys.

Yuppies started taking over in the very late 80s... My local, Finch's (now better known as the Duke of Wellington), got overrun by Transvision Vamp and all their cunty, puffa-jacket-wearing mates... We had to up sticks to the Pelican...

All went downhill very quickly after that, for a while there it was fucking hipster heaven... I lived on Blenheim Crescent above Mike's Cafe, Ray from Thee Hypnotics lived over the road above the Travel Bookshop, Joe Strummer, Brian James, Mick Jones and all those other punk rock cunts all lived around the corner...

Good times...

Duke of Wellington's currently being renovated, but they're lying bastards in there. Their Hoegaarden pump seems to be ornamentation only - never a drop to be squeezed from it. Crap pub.

Mick Jones is still local, wandering about with carrier bags stuffed with who knows what while dropping in for a pint at The Prince Albert, who I'm in a dispute with over an old £5 note passed over as as change but not accepted back. He's always up for a chat, but due to being more stubborn than me The Albert has slipped to a semi-crap pub ranking on the 'swine scale of daily booze research. Now I patronise The Sun In Splendour, or anywhere that serves Hoegaarden other than The Westbourne, as they don't use proper pint glasses and their prices read like a monthly rental agreement for the area.

I need a drink.

Swine - I think the Pelican has reopened, haven't been back yet. The Sun in Splendor reeks vile and the courtyard at the back is too depressing.

Agree with you on the Albert.

Chuck me a few quid when you see me sitting on the kerb outside the front of The Splendour with a nutter local I can't shake and all the rest of the affluently destitute.

And don't forget to keep up appearances like I am - that courtyard you dismiss is a 'secret garden' of profound wonder. You're just not looking closely enough.

Sitting on the kerb is the best part of the S&S and it's got all the right ingredients to be a nice pub but I've found the staff to be utterly useless (hence the stench).
Earl of Lonsdale is quite nice, just a shame about the shit beer.

Sitting on the kerb is the best part of the S&S and it's got all the right ingredients to be a nice pub but I've found the staff to be utterly useless (hence the stench).
Earl of Lonsdale is quite nice, just a shame about the shit beer.

Smiths pub, innit. Even the soft drinks are cack.

http://www.mrporter.com/journal/journal_issue121/1?cm_sp=homepage-_-thelookc1-_-020713#2

Kemp?

Chuck me a few quid when you see me sitting on the kerb outside the front of The Splendour with a nutter local I can't shake and all the rest of the affluently destitute.

And don't forget to keep up appearances like I am - that courtyard you dismiss is a 'secret garden' of profound wonder. You're just not looking closely enough.

Are you still wearing merino tights and a flat cap to your local or this is a Winter option only?

Phwor!

Would.

What a lad

ts i remember finch's , i was always in the star or there hammered + met plenty of trustafarians (one had a carribean island i recall) , remember meeting some reet cunts but on the whole was quite a place . richard harris came in one day , bought everyone a drink , then we all went to some after hours portuguese basement .

Yuppies started taking over in the very late 80s... My local, Finch's (now better known as the Duke of Wellington), got overrun by Transvision Vamp and all their cunty, puffa-jacket-wearing mates... We had to up sticks to the Pelican...

All went downhill very quickly after that, for a while there it was fucking hipster heaven... I lived on Blenheim Crescent above Mike's Cafe, Ray from Thee Hypnotics lived over the road above the Travel Bookshop, Joe Strummer, Brian James, Mick Jones and all those other punk rock cunts all lived around the corner...

Good times...

Radius? (fake quads are part of cunningly camouflaged bib tights, obv)

You learn something new every day. I can honestly say that I had no idea Vanilla Ice was riding the Tour this year.