No. They're fucking great.
Going on the piss and eating burgers in London's most despised hipster joints.
Young British men are in the midst of a crisis. A crisis of time and purpose, of maturity and masculinity. A crisis that, in their search for meaning, has driven many of them to become completely contradictory life-forms.
Eventually you have to look around at the alcoholic, poverty-stricken mess you call your life and go, "Hey, I'm not actually doing that well, am I?" This is how you can make a few big leaps forward in becoming a real person.
I called them up and asked them why.
They're not the soul-destroying hellholes everyone paints them to be.
It might be stupid, but it's also the most fun a human can possibly have.
A eulogy for the career of one of Hollywood's darkest, wildest icons.
Getting messy with the "coolest people in London".