Dear Vice,
Crisp white shirt, nice suit, hands in pockets with one leg propped up at the Eurostar
champagne bar - expect he’s actually blottoed, passed out and horizontal on the Hackney Road. Formerly a squalid area of East London, these days even the street drunks are gentrified.
PETE
Photoblog: See more People Passed Out
Meeting your future wife at a Napalm Death show can be nerve-racking, because in between the ferocious tonsil hockey and mutual binge drinking all you can do is look at your watch and wonder, “How much longer is she going to be on this whole bicking-her-temples trip?”
More
Look at this heap of humanity. She looks like a German bulldyke sat on a British confectionery.
More
Reader Comments
April 30th, 2008
11:15 am
This guy is two seconds away from being robbed or raped or both.
April 30th, 2008
11:34 am
if i came across this yummy, pasty, little number i would flay him alive. he should come and try this stunt down vauxhall way…
April 30th, 2008
1:15 pm
haha…i love that his hands are in his pockets, he is seriously sexy.