to feel a bit sad for the grumpy hipsters on holiday

[FatherHenderson]

We're in a very naice holiday town in the south west. Most holiday makers seem to be pretty happy to be here and are pleasant; the walkers say hello, the posh people off the massive boats seem quite cheery, the young harassed families all seem grateful for a smile, but my god, the London hipsters are so bloody miserable...

Everyone else manages a hello, or holds gates open, but the folk with asemetrical hair seem intent on scowling at everyone.

I'm not saying you should talk to people on holiday but AIBU to think that when you are on holiday, you should at least try not to be so bloody miserable?

Nope

Clothes charity shop

I dress like a twelve year old boy (literally I nick his t-shirts)

I'm wearing beads.

I have a wonky undercut hair cut.

I own several beanie hats.

I ride a silver trike with a chopper seat. I listen to vinyl records.

I'm fucked aren't I?

Mrs DV I think we're only supposed to mention begging for arse end action on Fridays.

I once weed on myself in front of lots of hipsters in Shoreditch. I just don't GET the appeal and would be annoyed if it encroached where I live. Although Battersea getting a bit close for comfort.

I hate the countryside, small seaside towns and jolly locals. Seen one field, seen 'em all.
Last seaside holiday, there was no 4G, no 3G ...no mobile signal. DP had to blow into a paper bag.

Holidays in the UK are very expensive and very slightly rubbish.Small towns full of righteous second-homers, cafes which do cheese panini and limp salad for £6 a pop. Endless queues for the latest fashionable chip shop/ice cream parlour/water bar. The rain. The resentful locals. The rain.

Give me a sunlounger and swimming pool In a tacky resort any day.

When did Charity shops because 'vintage' shops?

I wouldn't call a old top from next, for sale in the Age Concern shop for 3-99 vintage.

Gasp, never ask for tea in L'enclume.

Think Rowan Atkinson as the gift wrapping shop assistant in Love Actually... with egg timer.

We didn't know what to do with ourselves during the 10 minutes of theatre and explanation that it took to serve it...

Lovely grub though.

Binky, you weed on yourself?

Had you been stung by a jellyfish?

Didn't any of the hipsters offer to wee on you?

Our Age Concern shop considers itself vintage. They refuse to take further donations as they have no room.

This is because no one is buying Primarni Cardigans priced at £7.99

Thankfully we have two proper charity shops.

Our bakery refers to itself as Artisan though....yet sells sausage and bean bakes.

I have asymmetric hair and want a trike. Am I a hipster?

The revival in buying old tat vintage is great for selling at car boots.

The hipsters like to buy old cups and saucers for their ironic kitchens.

Gasp's coffee story is BRILLIANT.

My top night out with the hipsters involved seeing an ironic heavy metal band who were using toy instruments and miming to a guy playing heavy metal mash-up on decks to the side of them.

Mismatched cups and saucers - that used to be what you had when you first left home and your mum gave you what was left of your Granny's second best tea set mixed with two plates left over from an unwanted wedding present of your mil's NDN's daughter's. Nowadays our matching china probably marks us out as common as muck.

I tried to buy some stuffed squirrels on holiday in Cornwall a few years back. Dh vetoed it. I see that as a lost opportunity to join the hipster ranks.

Perhaps that's what they're doing? Buying up hipster artefacts in areas of the UK the tide hasn't reached to then sell cheap in the hipster hotspots?

Gaspode. That's were I draw the line. Earlier this year, at the grand age of 36, I finally achieved a everyday matching dinner service and a 'best' matching dinner service. I'm still strutting around like the queen of the grown ups because of this.

All my 1970's mismatched bits went off to the charity shop for the hipsters. With exception of my Hornsea gravy boat of which I am fond.

The Hipsters would fight you to the death for your Hornsea gravy boat.

Cactus

For fear of hipsters burglarising us, I'd better never let on that I have bits of the dinner service that my mum and dad were given (piece by piece, as lots of wedding presents) when they got married. The vegetable dishes have lids and I use them every Christmas, along with the gravy boat and its saucer, the small milk jug and the big platter. I think Mum and Dad still have a few other fragments from it.

It's this pattern.

Oh I fear my corner of SE London is going hipster......we now have a 'Street Feast' on the weekend in the old market which was derelict for years. You can get loads of brioche there.
And there's going to be a bar or a cinema or something on top of the multi storey car park. A Gap has just opened on the high street. (Is that hipster?)
My DH came home this morning from doing a bit of shopping, exclaiming the high street was 'covered' in hipsters.

MrsDV, I spotted this in a shop window a few weeks ago. When did taxidermy become The Thing again?!
It sounds like a spoof ad (look at the address!), but sadly I don't think it is...