This was before normcore; before all the gak lads from my hometown got married, had kids, and started only taking gak once a month when they went to the pub with their other gakky mates. Then, fcuk T-shirts told the world you were down to fcuk. Now, the world’s wardrobe has become so fcuking normal that wearing a fcuk slogan tee would make you stand out like a kazoo in an orchestra. And for my old gakky mates — most of whom I sucked off while they were wearing their fcuk tees (and boxers, which they got in an Xmas bumper pack from their girlfriend who had no fcuking idea what to get them because she didn’t know them like I knew them, the kind of bumper pack that had a combi body-hair-clothing-car wash in it) — standing out was just too much. They wanted a peaceful life.