Another trip through the looking glass

Turnips here again. I went through the magical portal to check out cricket scores and to see the world of the distant future. Still haven't found anything too interesting but I did find myself on the corner of The Strand and Regent Street and found a gigantic statue to that old rascal Captain Nelson that apparently had been erected at some point after he thrashed some Frenchies and some Spanish Dons. I understand they call him Lord Nelson in the future. Apparently the place was called Trafalgar Square, which was odd as it was really a sort of roadway circle. Anyway, as I was dressed in my normal attire I was amused when some strange looking folks pointed at me in my 18th century garb and called me "eurotrash." I went into the nearby Waterstone's bookstore and asked if they had a copy of Doctor Johnson's book. The helpful clark directed me to a section of what are known in the future as dictionaries and I looked it up.

Euro Trash

From the Urban Dictonary circa The Year of Our Lord 2008

A mildly derisive term used by North Americans. Refers to Europeans who: speak broken English, wear gaudy clothing that is probably fashionable where they come from, but isn’t here; wear a severe amount of cologne and always dress like they are about to go to nightclub (even in the middle of the day); wear lots of inappropriate leather (especially leather pants), listen to bad electronic music, and rock lots of ugly-metallic jewelry. This term is usually only applied to dudes, because foreign chicks can have off style and still be hot.

I wonder if perhaps there is a Barrister's Keepe in this future that caters to "Euro Trash" like us?