Underground Camden

Camden Town, apparently, is a vibrant, hip - happening place. You could have fooled me. What is hip - happening about a street filled with shoe shops? So, maybe it's the people who make it hip - happening. I doubt that thousands of European students, mooching around like dazed cattle, create such an atmosphere. Anyway, they're mooching around looking for this elusive hip-ness so don't count as a part of "it". Could it be the dozy bitch with the big New Rock boots and the bits of coloured string woven into her hair. No, it's not her either. She's only there to fumble in her impossibly small bag as she clumps through the ticket barrier on the tube. Could the hip-ness be the fruity language shouted at her as she stands on the left hand side of the escalator? No it's not that either. Perhaps, then, it's the fact that she stumbles as she negotiates the last step of the escalator then falls slat on her face thus screwing up her blue & black striped tights and tripping up another eight people. Yup, that's it, that's what makes Camden a Hip [replacement] place to be.

I dress like this because I want to be seen as an individual, just like my mates who also dress like this.