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About us.
| DeathGob (prn: deth-gob) |
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1. verb |
The act of remarking on something that seems to be going swimmingly well, only for it to go tits up seconds after you’ve opened your big mouth |
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2. noun |
A UK-based alternative clothing company, with the emphasis on the word alternative. |
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3. noun |
A little-known mexican wrestler from the future with lasers for eyes and mysterious telekenetic powers. Special wrestling move is "The DeathGob Slam", where hapless victims are held trapped in mid air by mental effort alone, whilst our masked hero pummels them with fused-plasma ion bolts from his fingertips. Move declared illegal in 9 out of 10 wrestling federations. |
Life was breathed into DeathGob when 5 people got together to win a car with the express intention of selling it to fund a startup company.
Amazingly enough, they actually won the competition, grabbed the car and flogged it down the pub faster than you can say "Larry Sykes on bikes makes people on trikes say 'Yikes!'", and you can't say that very fast, can you?
It took well over a year's worth of planning, designing, faffing and heavy drinking before they stopped fannying around and put down the vodka bottles just long enough to actually start an alternative clothing company with more street sense than Bruce Lee armed with an A-Z map of London.
So, as business models go, DeathGob has been doing things a little bit differently right from the start. We're the kind of company that makes people in suits want to slap their heads, but at the end of the day, giving suits a headache is what it's all about.
A bunch of DeathGob staff having a cigarette out the back, yesterday.
(from L to R) Wild, Trudi, Ali, Kaiser, Reg. |
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