It's hip to be square, they claimed.
And yet when I am being hip perhaps getting down with the kids, talking about motorbikes, discussing various counterpoints in the narrative of Neighbours or debating which was the greatest Captain of the Enterprise.
Or teaming up with my other student union acquaintances to get behind some cause or other, or well, lots of other things too numerous to mention that my chums and I get up to while you squares are drinking, womanising and doing macrame, I expect.
So since when is it square to be hip?
When I really give this some thought I reckon that Huey Lewis and the News weren't telling us the full truth.
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