Ah, "Velocity Girl", isn't it? Bowl heads for goalposts, small boys with big red guitars and fringes, girls in flowery dresses drinking lemonade, cakes of a large and pink variety.
But hark! What's this? Surely that can't be the sound of Bobby Gillespie in the late eighties changing the words to the Anthem Of Twee to make it more (whisper it) rock'n'roll?
Ah, thank goodness for the year of our Lord 1995 and the occurance of a pasty faced Scotsman being "happy" for a day. Twee had returned and all was well with the world.
Now it's the Twenty First Century. In what state lies twee? And, more importantly, just how twee are you? Oh you may think you're so la-di-da-gunner-graham with your Tigermilk original pressing and that faded Pastels badge. But deep down...inside...how twee is your soul?