2 weeks ago
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
my love affair with chavs
This was the scene immediately outside the Health Centre in Hartcliffe on Tuesday. A wonderful array of cigarette ends and, if you look really closely, a Fruit Shoot top.
It brought back fond memories of our stay in Pontins, Brean Sands, last August bank holiday. This was the loevly sight outside our chalet door. Remember, this was 2006, not 1936.
The chavs actually breed and produce semi-viable 'children', larger and pastier versions of real children that shuffle from amusement arcade to fish and chip shop to ice cream van, in a vague attempt to make sense of their world.
This is standard chav fayre, purchased by the case load to provide sustenance between the eight fish and chip meals they consume every day, after hors d'ouvres of Benson and Hedges and Lambrini.
Posted by Steve Sainsbury at 11:29 pm