Ghastly Hipster opposite Turbo Island

…More particularly, she eked out a sort of living as one of the irritating baristas in the Ghastly Hipster opposite Turbo Island, where her job involved maintaining an inanely cheerful display of repartee and in-jokes with the other irritating baristas, and keeping the punters waiting while she chatted with her equally annoyingly wacky hipster chums who did not work there; this meagre income being supplemented by part-time life-modelling for a…

…a way as to instill in me nothing but contempt for that desiccated turd. We had met in the Ghastly Hipster opposite Turbo Island. Grey, drug-ravaged, clad in combat fatigues and accompanied by a terrier, he produced from some kind of knapsack a large bag of kush or cheese, intimating that I might purchase some if I wished. By then I knew too well that psychoactive drugs had stolen too…

…a year or two before the events described in the present chronicle, I betook myself to luncheon at the Ghastly Hipster opposite Turbo Island. There, I was unfortunate enough to find myself sharing a large table with a Bahai gentleman who averred that we might call him of all names Ishmael, and also with four relentlessly upbeat freaks who announced themselves as disciples of the alien nudist guru Ray.L.Innes-Hibbett. This…

…I had on several occasions, most commonly in the Ghastly Hipster opposite Turbo Island, but also in other places such as the Fruit & Nut Flake and the Easton Buttplough, observed Book, in company with the late lamented Evelyn Wagge and his fellow kidults Face and Dee Fwend, disporting with Adrian and also with the latter’s fellow twink Timothy. Moreover, of course, a relation not so much social as sociopathic…

…years maintained a studio deep within the warren of dusty and tenebrous chambers located up the escalier behind The Ghastly Hipster opposite Turbo Island, a cavernous drinking hole occupying former commercial premises in Stokes Croft. Mr Luvvertory harbours a particular animus against the burgeoning tribe of Cheseham acolytes, confessing himself deranged by their encroachments upon his space, and by the jangling cacophony with which they accompany their etching and spraying…

The Ghastly Hipster opposite Turbo Island was - in unimpeachably Euclidean compliance with the implications of its proximity to the isthmus in question - a twenty second flit across the road from the Fascist Dictatorship of Stokes Croft. The proprietor of the latter establishment, Mr Crass Cheseham, finding congenial the weirdness of the prevailing culture of the former establishment, preferred as a rule to take his refreshments within its portals…

…aside for hipsters in Bar Wanque or the reclaimed ecclesiastical pew set aside for funding application scribes in the Ghastly Hipster opposite Turbo Island, he had turned his attention to the City Centre, but had drawn a blank in the Toreau et Ourse in Millennium Square, and another one in Beige on the Triangle.

…done, they went through the swing doors on the left, and found themselves in a vast bar called The Ghastly Hipster Opposite Turbo Island.

…his business affairs as a sole trader, from premises bearing that name situated directly across the junction from the Ghastly Hipster Opposite Turbo Island. The chief business of the Fascist Dictatorship of Stokes Croft was to act as a sort of sponge to soak up the many and various community grants for which Mr Crass Cheseham and his fellow truffle pigs most assiduously schmoozed the put-upon officers of the agencies…

…take this note, when we be gone from here, to that Mayor cove who is holding court in the Ghastly Hipster Opposite Turbo Island. I have taken the liberty of adding a little bounty, in the fond hope that it will assist you in pursuing your smoking hobby.”

Mr Crass Cheseham, seated at a table in the Ghastly Hipster Opposite Turbo Island, found that the article he was reading induced in him a certain quality of dyspepsia. The encomium in question, a powder puff paean eulogising the virtues of half a dozen local and organic purveyors of colonic irrigation, and occupying a handsome double-page spread in the current issue of the Stokes Croft Twat, had, he strongly suspected,…