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In scenes not witnessed since Moof last posted about fashion, it has come to my attention that our very own Captain Turdseye sports these horrendous jeans: I am reliably informed they were stonewash in colour and the brand was that well known fashion house ' Tesco ' So, the question is: Does wearing these monstrosities make him a bad wool? I'm going to do a poll and I think the options in said poll will cover the opinion of everyone who wishes to vote.

Reading the Predator thread set me thinking about scousers' opinions of non-scousers (especially local ones). I love Liverpool as a city, and will sing its praises whenever I get a chance, but (risking some serious negging here) I absolutely fucking hate the attitude of some Liverpudlians to other non-scouse Merseysiders. All this "We're the friendliest, salt-of-the-earth, people you'll ever meet" seems to only apply when they're interacting with other like-minded people with an L4 postcode, who paint the outside of their houses (wtf is that all about? Painting bricks??), who attempt to turn their 2-bed terrace into Southfork, and who wear a Real Madrid tracky. You look down your noses at anyone from Wirral, Knowsley, St Helens and Sefton. You call us wools and plazzy scousers, like you're superior and with the mistaken belief that we too aspire to be brash, tasteless and money-obsessed. This is a typical example of the difference in conversation between a scouser and a wool: Wool mate: That's a nice top, Liz. Me: Thanks. I got it in the sales, it was only a tenner. Wool mate: Really? It's lovely, I love getting a bargain. Same conversation with scouse mate- Scouse mate: That's a nice top, Liz. Me: Thanks. I got it in the sales, it was only a tenner. Scouse mate: A tenner? You fucking meff! Why is that? If I'd said it was 60 quid you'd think it was nice, but because it was only a tenner you suddenly change your mind? So listen up. We don't want to be scousers. You might call me a leg dragger, but I'd rather have a soul and be more interested in the world around me than what I look like and how the neighbours see me. I am a dyed-in-the-wool wool, and I wouldn't change it for a bloody big sovereign ring. So there.