No.150

Continued from Deck-Out No.149 This time he decided to keep things as inoffensive as possible. No-one’s ever got a bad word to say about Fjällräven or Levi’s, so what could go wrong? He jumped off the tram yet again, and as it was already getting on a bit, walked into the nearby chip shop to satisfy his stomach’s rumblings. You don’t have to know much about football to know that you probably shouldn’t wander into Trafford’s Theatre of Food when its derby day and you’re decked out in a lovely shade of blue, but he never did know much about football. The room went silent, tea was spat out and all eyes fell on our hapless hero. Although nothing was said, he knew his trade wasn’t wanted, and he left without as much as a single chip to call his own. He headed back home to get changed yet again… Continued in Deck-Out 151