Six years ago Ned Kelly clones started popping up as baristas in my suburb; humourless ones who wore leather shoes with exposed ankles and took their beans way too seriously. After 18 months of them multiplying unabated I'd had enough. And so the Hipster Beard Warehouse Sale was born. Armed with 50 posters at 5am on the first day of the Surry Hills Festival, attracting over 20,000 people, I did a bombing run of the telegraph poles on routes with the largest foot traffic. And