6.6.05

Poseur.

My brother was a mod. I remember walking with my mum along the high street in Burnt Oak, where we lived in north London, and seeing my brother Barry with his little huddle, hair teased up into a cockatoo bouffant, jacket buttoned just right, leaning on a perfectly rolled gentleman's umbrella, its spike wedged in the pavement like some urban shooting stick."

~ Forever Mod by Robert Elms.