You know that bit in Withnail and I where your man goes “They’re selling hippy wigs in Woolworths now!”, as if the hippies were some kind of fucking untouched by the taint of commercialism phenom, and, y’know, “Age of Destruction” wasn’t one of 70,000 hippy cash-ins from the 60s? Well this is the equivalent for our generation. Except with bonus Asian fetishisation. Good work all round.
