Sometimes, when you’ve run out of paper but the Muse is still riding you like a seaside donkey there’s nowt for it but to grab whatever is at hand and set to work. A newspaper advert for an estate agents was the selected canvas and a slightly sinister face in black and white was the preferred image. Don’t ask me why because I really don’t know. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. If only I can find where I’ve put this then it may eventually makes it way to the Wheatpaste Department and then onto the street – unless someone demands it in their life. Which would be a bit odd. But stranger things have happened at sea. Or so they say.
The inaugural Hipster Hunt 2012
The rules would be simple. 50 hipsters would be rounded up from the streets of Shoreditch and Brick Lane and herded to the Olympic stadium in Stratford. There they would be hunted over a cunningly designed game zone by competitors from across the globe and the gold would be awarded to the one who brought the most glasses back in their trophy bag. Easy.
After a quick bit of recon to work out where she’d look her best we got her up complete with shotgun and official ‘Hipster Hunt’ poster. Where better but the East End of course. I’m sure she’ll be bagging braces of the swaggering bespectacled try-hard’s left, right and centre. Go team GB!