Sunday, April 04, 2004
As seen at Roy's:
I am convinced that Celine Dion albums can kill, personally I feel faintly queasy every time I'm exposed to one of her songs.
The area I live in is an old whale ship/pirate/sailor dock, the place in which Lemur Gulliver lived with his wife and kids and from which he sailed onto distant shores.
It's quite nice here; we've got woodland and a park, the river and the dock and plenty of birds and foxes.
The population is a cheerful mix of families, who have lived here all their lives and (mainly) young people who find the area affordable and fairly close to central London. Of course this is me being charitable, because, frankly, what it all comes down to, is the Chavs and the non-Chavs.
The non-Chavs are pretty harmless since they all work in town somewhere and tend to only stick around here during evenings and weekends.
The Chavs, on the other hand, while also (fairly) harmless, stick around always, hanging out in the streets, screaming at their kids in Tesco (Shut up! Shut up!!!) or bothering William Hill at all times of day.
Some of them unexplicably think that public transport is the same as 'the street' and that it is therefore okay to spit on the floor. Some think that public transport is the same as private transport and therefore take it upon themsleves to randomly open the door of the bus (via the emergency exit button) and jump off anywhere.
Then of course there's the litter, which, mind you, is not really a Chav-thing but a British thing - too used to having a working class employed to pick up their shit, so they'll dump it anywhere and too used to it being anywhere, so what does a little more matter?
A woman in the building opposite mine used to throw used nappies out of the window instead of binning them as normal people would.
Apart from that, it's nice around here. I could list a million places I'd rather live, but for now I think it'll do. And who knows, maybe one day I'll become a fully fledged Chav and not worry about these things any more.
*Spits violently on floor*
*Ponders*
*Runs to get bleach*
I am convinced that Celine Dion albums can kill, personally I feel faintly queasy every time I'm exposed to one of her songs.
The area I live in is an old whale ship/pirate/sailor dock, the place in which Lemur Gulliver lived with his wife and kids and from which he sailed onto distant shores.
It's quite nice here; we've got woodland and a park, the river and the dock and plenty of birds and foxes.
The population is a cheerful mix of families, who have lived here all their lives and (mainly) young people who find the area affordable and fairly close to central London. Of course this is me being charitable, because, frankly, what it all comes down to, is the Chavs and the non-Chavs.
The non-Chavs are pretty harmless since they all work in town somewhere and tend to only stick around here during evenings and weekends.
The Chavs, on the other hand, while also (fairly) harmless, stick around always, hanging out in the streets, screaming at their kids in Tesco (Shut up! Shut up!!!) or bothering William Hill at all times of day.
Some of them unexplicably think that public transport is the same as 'the street' and that it is therefore okay to spit on the floor. Some think that public transport is the same as private transport and therefore take it upon themsleves to randomly open the door of the bus (via the emergency exit button) and jump off anywhere.
Then of course there's the litter, which, mind you, is not really a Chav-thing but a British thing - too used to having a working class employed to pick up their shit, so they'll dump it anywhere and too used to it being anywhere, so what does a little more matter?
A woman in the building opposite mine used to throw used nappies out of the window instead of binning them as normal people would.
Apart from that, it's nice around here. I could list a million places I'd rather live, but for now I think it'll do. And who knows, maybe one day I'll become a fully fledged Chav and not worry about these things any more.
*Spits violently on floor*
*Ponders*
*Runs to get bleach*
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