andtheglovesareoff.blogspot.com has been documenting the plight of lost gloves for over 12 months now. I guess it was only a matter of time before someone else started an organisation/website to reunite these lost gloves with their partners.. and so Simo reports.. onecoldhand.com where gloves can become pairs again!
That is the top search phrase for my little blog since I added Google Analytics functionality to it the other day. I'm guessing thehippy.net wasn't much use so I will be addressing this issue shortly. :)
Not since the bad old days when I was underage, only equipped with a Learner license or off my tits as I staggered up to the door, have I been rejected from a club.
Even in London, for two years now, I've walked into every type of venue and not once have I been stopped, no matter how feral I looked. That is, until now.
This chavtastic shit hole reckons that skate shoes are not acceptable. Not even my manky ones that have got into every other place in London, these were my almost-new all-black Airwalks. The manager (aka door bitch) even had a go at my fscking drunknmunky t-shirt!
I just grinned, left Mal with her friends (it was her friend's birthday) and went home, happy in the knowledge that I didn't spend a cent in Uxbridge's chavtastic shit hole.