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A little story for you now:
A couple of monthes ago I was walking through Wrecelsham in Hampshire, I was wearing my grey converse, black skinny jeans, and a white hoody over a skinny fit Goo t-shirt. Then, a yob/chav/lout driving past me in a red van shouted out the window "Kaiser Cheifs rock!"
Now, that may sound bad enough, but this event is tinged with the greatest irony. I was actually walking back from collecting a record from a regular Ebay seller, and was, at that very moment, holding a Residents LP.
It's an amusing little anecdote, and I really don't care he thinks I listen to the Kaiser Chiefs, however, if I saw that guy again I would saw his head off with the edge of an Edgar Varese LP.
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