Ode to the CHAVS....

The chav...British, burberry cap, kappa trackie bottoms, white reeboks, gold chains hanging out and Nickelson t shirts...hahaha...

For those of you who have no idea what I am on about the Chav is....


[From www.chavworld.co.uk]

'chav' (slang) - a young person, often without a high level of education, who follows a particular fashion; Chavs usually wear designer labels including the chav favourite 'Burberry', and if they?re girls, very short skirts, large hoop earrings and stilettos.

Chavs see branded baseball caps as a status symbol and wear them at every opportunity. Normally found hanging around shopping centres.

Also known as Townies, Kevs, Hood Rats, Charvers, Steeks, Stigs, Bazzas, Yarcos, Ratboys, Chorer, Skangers, Scutters, Janners, Kappa Slappers, Scallies, and Spides. Also known as Neds in Scotland, knackers & skangers in Ireland, and Guidos in the USA


So there we were, Sarah and I at what we now know as Chav heaven (Weston Super mare) and oh man...there was a whole nother level of Chav there...oh yes they were wearing the fake LV cap instead of a burberry one...and don't even get me started about the Chavettes hanging around that place...

Check this post written by a non too happy person in regards to Weston...


Weston Super-Mare
POSTEDON Thursday, April 07 @ 11:09:36 CDT by Dogville666

Dogville666 _WRITES "Seaside 'holiday town' hellhole.

Favourite hangouts include the seafront, the pier and the abundance of huge amusement arcades (especially the one at the end of the pier).

My God! I knew that Weston was a town that had to be seen for its chaviness, and oh boy, was I scared!

This is a place ruled by chavs. Imagine a place where any semblance of intelligence and taste has left to go on to pastures new many years ago, and you have an idea of what it is like to be in Weston. I went there last weekend (mid March), and I can honestly say, I have never seen anything like it.

You step off the bus near the main shopping area, and you notice a quite a nasty, thick atmosphere (I kid you not) of total wrongness! The pedestrian area looks delapidated, as if soon it will fall down. The seafront....Oh my God, NEVER have I seen so many rudeboys driving round and round and round on the same one-way street (get a fucking life!) The pier, now that was SCARY. It seems that the people milling around are so fucked that their genepool would never ever get above the stage of cretin, and just to add insult to injury, what is at the end of the pier, but a huge, and I mean HUGE chavvy amusement arcade, even complete with dodgem cars! From the end of the pier, one can marvel at the sound of 'modded' cars with their stupid new exhausts which actually have the effect of making it sound like the engine is totally fucked!

All this, and on a Sunday afternoon in March! God only knows what nighmares await on a Friday or Saturday night in July or August when you have all the scallies down as well, more likely than not, breeding more and more of the little herberts who will see the light of day by the following April or May, yuck!

So there you have it. An example of what a place is like if left totally to the chavs! Makes Benidorm look classy!"

CLASSIC!