Today, i went to town. I discovered Boots (where you buy makeup and shampoo and vitamins and nail varnish etc..) Marks and Spencers (where middle aged women buy EVERYTHING), and saw a huge shop totally dedicated to gift cards. yes. There are also lovely roadside stalls with fresh flowers and vegetables.

I bought me a cheap watch- now that i am in society and have responsibilty, i may be in need of one- an adapter plug, and a pair of summer shoes.

But what i am really here to discuss is this:

this is the classic version of the CHAV, but today i saw frightening mutations of this:

and this

mixed up with a little of this:

very. very scary. I was warned that this area harbours a large number of chav-types, and it’s true. There aren’t many youth, most people here are 30+, but the ones who are young are very frightening. THey’re all a frightening mix of chav/emo/punk/LA spraytan bimbo. I tried to find a picture example of that last one but all google gave me is an everlasting supply of porn. Goody.

Trying not to assume they’re all like this. there must be some nice ones about. Well, if not, i won’t convert, I will not wear it, i will not put it on my face and in my hair. I will buy a dreamcatcher to protect against the chav like one hangs garlic in the door against vampires. Or something. I’ll just have to make friends with the ladies from the cake society. Bet they’ve got some interesting tales. Yeah, that’s a plan. got a little scared in town, brought a pretty tea-dress to reassure myself. Phew. I’m ok. Not going fluro yet. *checks* still not fluro. Breathe.

for more insight into today’s chav, check out this: http://sha-crawford.blogspot.com/search/label/chavs