Briefly owned this t-shirt and wore it Metros in Cardiff where it got lots of appreciative comments (mainly from people who hated Klaxons, even though I really liked them and it was an ironic t-shirt they’d made).
Then I ended up getting fucked on 99p doubles and test tubes of absinthe and threw up all over myself. When I got home I threw the t-shirts and jeans in the wash. Sadly the jeans hadn’t been washed before, and the pocket lining, which was orange for some reason, ran and made the t-shirt a gentle terracotta colour. I chucked it.