I like the way he reprimands himself for not having bought his pale blue pegs from the right shop - “should have been from Lord John or Take Six”. The mod/soul boy obsession with these minutiae is the thing that is most alien to me still. I was once poking around a casuals forum when researching a piece and it was amazing to see how ferociously these middle aged verging on elderly types were arguing about which specific month in a particular year of the mid-80s that a certain shoe came into vogue, or the color of the laces that were de rigeur for that precise patch of time. 30 years on. It’s a kind of mystical investment in consumerism. As an indifferently dressed bourgeois from a bit further into the home counties than Burnt Oak I agree with Toyah - “don’t want to be told what to wear / so long as you’re warm who cares”. Music exists in commodity form but it transcends that and you don’t need to own it to hear it - it’s a common culture. Style culture is all about chasing overpriced stuff that only a few get to put on their bodies, a self-imposed prison of rules and restrictions.