| Society is withering, like
the fruit on some diseased vine. We have become the playthings of
corporations intent on converting our world into a gargantuan shopping
precinct. Pleasantness and civility are being discarded as the
worthless ephemera of a bygone age - an age when men doffed their hats
at the ladies, and small children could be counted upon to mind one's
Jack Russell while one took a mild and bitter in the local hostelry.
Instead, we live in a world where children are huge, inelegant hooded
creatures lurking on street corners; the local hostelry has been taken
over by a chain and serves chemically-laced lager which aggravates the
nervous system. Needless to say, the Jack Russell is no longer there
upon one's return.
The Chap proposes to take a stand against this culture of vulgarity. By
turning ancient rituals of courtesy and dress into revolutionary acts,
the immaculately attired Anarcho-Dandyist can use the razor-sharp
crease in his trousers to press home his advantage. Once presented with
the dazzling sight of rakishly angled trilbies, gleaming brogues and
exquisitely mixed dry martinis, hoi polloi's long-cherished nylon
sportswear and strawberry milkshakes will suddenly lose their appeal.
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