Yesterday said boy saw a girl, who apparently had no actual grasp of The Clash, in a Clash shirt. He did his best to piss her off, and it was entertaining for a short while. It soon became obvious he does not know The Clash as much as he likes to say he does. He started singing Career Opportunities so I asked, "Have you heard the version of that on Sandinista?" He did not even know what Sandinsta! was. It went on for a few more minutes while I pulverized him with purely basic Clash trivia. He tried to play it cool by switching the subject to The Sex Pistols, where he confused Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious.
Needless to say, I showed him up and made him realize for a second he does not know music.
I hate kids like that.