SuperHipster

Rufus was a Media Studies student, indistinguishable from the rest of the Oxford Road crowd. By night he stalked the streets of the Northern Quarter, resplendent in his finest vintage elbow-patched jacket, his Edwardian moustache waxed to a fine point. He was SuperHipster: the enemy of conformity, fighting for the freedom to be different; nemesis of The Man.

Senses alert to the proximity of anything mainstream, he was always ready to disarm an opponent with his oft-heard cry of “I don’t like that thing that you like.”

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