Don't. Just don't

For want of anything else to blog about, and since it seems to be all the rage, periodically I'm going to take on the role of fashion Nazi in the style of Vice magazine's uncompromising do's and don'ts feature. Except I imagine I will be focussing more on people's spectacular don'ts rather than their do's.


A note to foreigners in Japan: if you can't find your way out of a tube station here, don't worry, there'll always be an egg yolk mullet fairy with a head of golden fleece to lead you the way.


What the fuck are you, Mr Tibet on a backpacking holiday in Shibuya?


Just what you need to see when you've crossed the road, a garden knome retard striking its best nonchalant Estée Lauder pose.