Showing posts with label chav. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chav. Show all posts

Monday, February 15, 2010

'That's some next pencil case'

Oh, Drama. The only place where you can find such a diverse range of people, including those who are perfectly willing to criticise your sensible pencil case (and who you must admit are a tad bit chavvy)

Returning to my group, decided by the teacher, I opened my pencil case to dig around for something with a bit of ink left in it. At this point, I was greeted with the phrase 'That's some next pencil case' from a girl who seemed to see a pencil case purely as a place to slap the Playboy Bunny logo onto.

Now, I can't say I really know what 'next' means, but having perused Urban Dictionary it seems to have many meanings, some of the most prevalent being stupid, crazy, random or shit.

Granted, my pencil case is no an opulent wonder. It's plain black, with a handle at the top and when carried from this it looks like a mini briefcase. It has no patterns, flowers, hearts, words or slutty rabbits logos, but has pockets inside to keep pens in place and came with a bonus mesh zipper bag which I use to store coloured pens. It may not be fashionable, and admittedly it is hugely practical, but it's lasted me over 18 months and has served me faithfully, so I don't see how it can be labelled stupid, crazy, random or shit.

Therefore, slightly-chavvy-girl, your comment is invalid. My pencil case is not 'next' and will do its duties long after your Playboy offering is holed and stained.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Perhaps this is beyong my comprehension, but...

Why do girls on the chav scale feel the compulsion to pose in photos by squating as if they're pooing? I could handle the mirror picture, I could even just about bare the 'Cos we're cool' caption, but this is the point where I grab my ball point pen, place a crisp piece of paper on the floor and draw the line.

Of course, this trend is only enhanced by the Tippex and Sharpie eyeliner and pastry-flaking of a smashed silver discoball, otherwise known as glitter eyeshadow. Well, let's give them some privacy if they're in squatting position ready to 'do their business' (as a prude might say), shall we?