Richard Rowe in s (1881) wrote of Life in the London Street two or three score of thick-necked, low-browed young men and hobbydehoys, in greasy cords or threadbare pea-jackets, and a sprinkling of ugly, shabbily-dressed women, sprawling their elbows on porter-slopped tables in rough wooden boxes, smoking rank tobacco, drinking adulterated beer, and listening, in moping, unsocial silence, to the wiry jangle of a worn-out little square piano in a corner
The article is the first report of results from project 190443 Tobacco behaviour and the social inequality gap, which has been supported by the Research Council of Norway
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My aesthetic was really off in terms of what was going on, which was Jeff Buckley and grunge this heterosexual, nihilistic, rock-based sensibility, whereas I was this opera-loving dandy gay boy who played the piano