Evening Style Conductors. Just doing my tickets for tomorrows London Collections:Men. Is difficult to write this as is so about the pronunciation, but this story is a little point of banter based styling detail from The Nineties. When trying to get into Smashing down at The Eve Club on one occasion, the avant garde door picker person asked my pal and I "So have ya gut tackarts?" in such an affected and mental way we fell about laughing and weren't allowed in a consequence. "Tackarts!" became a Nineties battle cry for us for years.
Riveting revelations there from a crazy era, I'm sure you'll agree. Anyway, getting my looks together, sewing on sequins etc. Tackarts? I'm just the tackart darlink.
Tackarts fa the game, buying an selling, tackarts...