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Mullet... A word which used to strike fear into the hearts of all but the most unapologetic 80s throwbacks. Fifteen years ago, you couldn't open a newspaper without being confronted by the mishapenly hirsute bonce of a footballer or DJ. The last couple of years have seen a rise in this most unflattering of hair-dos in London's Fashionable Shoreditch, generally combined with other trappings of Trailer Park Trash "chic" - the petrol attendant's cap is a prime example. Sad to relate, this seems to be the final gasp of post-modern irony as this once über-trendy area succumbs to the mass market. It is the epitome of a style dictated by those who appear not to have any sense of fashion, decorum or self-worth. Before a rallying cry to bring back the frock coat or make tie-pins compulsory, I should explain.
Carrie Gibson's article in the Grauniad today bemoans this glorification of the USA's poverty-stricken south. Although Gibson might be accused of the bleeding-heart socially aware journalism for which that newspaper is despised and venerated in equal measure, I think her central point is clear: THE MULLET MUST BE BANNED.

For a start, the current state of public unease regarding potential terrorist attacks would be considerably allayed if the mullet were prohibited. No longer would the concealment of deadly weapons between flowing locks and the neck be a possibility. Just look at this chappie - apparantly he has three hand grenades and a large phial of anthrax concealed behind his lucious mane:

As if a single link exhibiting the worst of this absurd anti-fashion was not enough (see links to the right), here's another to make sure you know exactly what needs to be eliminated.

And if you get bored of that, you might want to analyse another ill-advised footballing hair-"style"...

And on that bombshell...