Confusion reigns supreme and there's dancin in the streets

Alex Yamakazi - Sunday, June 8, 2003 - 11:50:46 - print it raw

Hipsters scattered like so many Tsubi clad pigeons yesterday in the locales of Glebe and Newtown as a team of roving djs and assorted wannabees took to the streets to promote next week's Inner Styles with a granny trolley mounted boombox of joy. Confusion reigned supreme as the too cool for school found themselves confronted with music and merriment without the sanction of the designated dens of debauchery. Reactions ranged from open hostility, to bemusement and delight. Local law enforcement agencies raised an eyebrow but not a truncheon. Normality reasserted itself to heal the rift in perception yet stickers now encrust all. With tomorrow's sunrise a lone poster blows down King street, remanants from the telegraph pole strata of communiqué.

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