A white home counties roadman is forced to sell him's retro drip on Vinted

FIFTEEN-year-old Active J, known in his detached home as Joshua Hudson, has no option but to sell his old clothes or they will be given away for free

Wagwan? This week woz clapped, fam. Man told parentdem dat Active J woz goin’ to a brand drop an’ woz gonna get loads of free merch drip. Parentdem sed den Joshua ‘ad to ditch him’s old fit as there woz no room for any more. Even da drip dat Active J woz savin’ to accept man’s MOBO award, innit.

Man sed to just buy a fifth wardrobe an’ more display cabinets for man’s nang trainers in him’s second cribroom. Dem sed no, still. Active J woz turbo-vexed, fam. Parentdem sed if Joshua doesn’t get rid of him’s retro drip, dem’s will take it to da charity shop.

Active J ‘ad never heard of da charity shop brand, so man Googled an’ found it is shops where old ladies take drip for free an’ sell it to random brand muggles for pennies. You wot, fam? Dem ladies don’t heven wear da surgical gloves to protect drip from dem’s biscuit fingers, innit.

Knowin’ brand muggles wud be goin’ to Hasda in man’s North Face pre-lockdown hoodies an’ Air Force made Active J bare sick in him’s mouth. Man would rather cremate him’s drip or bury it like treasure for a future Hindiana Jones roadman to find.

Lady G sed man should put heveryfink on Vinted, an app like a charity shop wivout da old ladies, dat sells straight to other bruv roadmen. So peng gyal helped man list him’s drip, but her sed man should use photos of da items only an’ not da photos of Active J bustin’ swag in da drip coz it wud make da buyers jealous. Her woz so right, fam.

Coz man’s drip woz so nang there woz uber-interest straight away. But man woz gettin’ bare messages from da buyers, askin’: ‘Is this authentic, bruv?’, an’ ‘Do you got da receipt for dis, cuz?’ Wot is you on habout, dickheads? Heveryone knows Active J wud never, hever wear snide drip, an’ why wud man keep receipts? Man is not a accountant.

Dem’s woz all takin’ da piss, an’ makin’ Active J chug double vape. Den dem’s woz all biddin’ a pound on heveryfink. Are you jokes? Active J cud not ‘ave been more hoffended.

One wasteman dickhead gave man da biggest diss hinsult, him sed Active J’s Jordan 3s looked like man ‘ad been playin’ football in dem! Let man tell you, fam! Never, hever ‘as Active J played football! Not even in all-white Dunlop deadman trainers, hespecially not him’s prize Jordan’s. Quality bossman roadmen do not use da hastroturf for its hintended purpose.

When da biddin’ hended parentdem ‘ad to post da drip, it woz too hard for Active J, fam. What even is a ‘post office’, bruv? Active J woz low when man met him’s crew at da brand drop, an’ Active J got no merch, nuffink! But dem’s all got fresh drip, an’ man sed dem’s woz takin’ da piss. But mandem crew showed da merch an’ it woz all Active J’s Vinted drip. Mandem crew woz all da dickheads dat woz vexin’ Active J an’ bought man’s drip. Gassed! Gassed! Gassed!

Man got him’s retro drip back an’ parentdem finked it woz merch. Pengest crew hever, innit.

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A confused millennial tries to… join the populist Trump revolution

By Josh Gardner, who’s got MAGA FOMO

LEFT-wing social justice politics is so Biden. Edgelord is the new woke. Right-wing extremism is blowing up in Europe and America. I had to get involved. 

For noobs, it used to be what cheugy boomers fought against in a war that was apparently the best one for offering the troops real moral choices. But now it’s back like mullets and boot-cuts and it’s great-grandad’s turn to be on the wrong side of history.

After decades of geopolitical harmony which really hurt the lib cause by being boring, social media’s brought a new right together under our inspirational leader, Kanye West. Or Elon Musk. Or that chainsaw Argentinian with Planet of the Apes hair.

I began my journey to the dark side of the MAGA with Joe Rogan. He knows loads about speaking into a microphone and how aliens built the pyramids, and soon so did the bus I was blasting it to.

Until this old 40something guy in a Nirvana T-shirt – embarrassing, they’re our thing – wagged his finger. ‘Grifter bollocks,’ he said. ‘Fascist propaganda. Only ends one way.’

I was stunned. I knew my parents were fascists because they enforced phone-free mealtimes. But I never imagined the term applied to power-mad authoritarians pursuing an ultranationalist ideology. Every day’s a school day. And a mental health day.

I shimmered with an almost post-nut clarity. After that whenever I watched clips of Trump it was like I was watching the Red Hulk tearing apart the, well, spoilers.

Even the aggressively chanting supporters at his rallies were off-putting. I remembered he’s a criminal, was president before and was crap at it, and he’s deliberately bred an eight-foot child.

Then I rewatched Musk ‘doing the Nazi’ as the group chat calls it, and wondered if the old didn’t have this one single valid point. Also, Joe Rogan goes on for hours and is thick as shit.

So, having rewokenified myself, I’m going to take action as I do against the climate crisis and ignore it. They can’t make you join the Nazis, can they? Loads of Germans sat it out happily.