For my money Pulp's Common People belongs in any discussion of the 90's best songs, and acts as a perfect summary of my formative decade. Unfortunately I was completely oblivious to it in 1996, and also completely oblivious to the stylistic superiority of its lead singer, Jarvis Cocker.
More than his choice of clothes, or thick-framed glasses, it is Cocker's swagger and attitude that define his style and make him such an inspiration.
Lately he has positively owned with a tweed jacket on corduroy pants, more commonly the outfit of English professors made splendid through careful tailoring. It doesn't hurt that Cocker is reed thin.
And here he is in that same look, getting tossed around a mathematically diabolical office.
Of course, you could say this guy got there first.
