The Selecter: They Still Bear The Skas

BLACK SHOES, bright socks, black shades, white shirt, black trilby, irridescent trousers a tad too short and chest-hugger jackets...Stepping down from the inter-city train to skaville I double-check the notice boards for fear of transgressing a local by-law that requires the youth of the city of Coventry to look sharp as a crease and rough as a rudie.