On the London Underground there were two black guys stood not too far away from me, both dressed virtually identically and both with shaved heads.
They weren’t travelling together, yet they had both hit the stereotype perfectly on the head with their choice of attire, hairstyle (or lack of) and the fact they were both sporting red Dr.Dre Beats headphones.
They were both casually bopping their heads to whatever they were listening to.
RnB or Hip Hop probably.
Is that a bit presumptive?
(Well, stereotypes exist for a reason).
We all got off the train and headed for the lift (elevator) to the surface, packed in tighter than a takeaway carton at a buffet.
The headphone twins both adopted the stereotypical swagger of someone with one leg shorter than the other, holding up their jeans with one hand and showing us too much underwear.
Like all lifts (elevators), it was deathly silent as we ascended, despite there being approximately 25 people in there. It was at this point I realised I could hear music coming from one of our ‘gangstas’.
In the silence I could make out what he was listening to.