Nueva Rock

I say 'New Rock' and what do you think? Fifteen year old Camden days spent lounging by the canal, sweet n sour chicken in one hand and atticus tshirt in the other? Hours spent laughing at pubescent semi-goths with their Emily Strange hoodies and stripy knee high socks? (To be fair I didn't look much better....pink netting hoodies on a chubby frame with pigtails and combat trousers were not a peng look). A haggard, festering old punk who would do awful things to you in an alley behind the Good Mixer after one too many snakebites? I digress.

An ebay-enabled trip down memory lane this morning revealed quite a different story....granted the PVC-clad orthopedic look still reigns supreme.....but a handful (a teen-size handful mind) of their offerings are actually half decent, and even appropriate, for the average post-emo joe.

Those Spaniards know how to construct a sick ankle boot: check out the metal heel of offering number one, the 'snouty' toe on number two and the slip-rings on number three. As a friend scoffed at me on a recent night out, "oh, did you step in a bit of Camden on the way here?" Yes, yes i fucking did, and it felt good.

J