The Chav - Ja know wha a mea?

I've come across some strange things during my time overseas but none more so than the discovery of a creature peculiar to these parts.

Most people over here call them Chavs: strange vermin like creatures that speak such an ugly form of English that, once heard, the listener is compelled to leap of a cliff.

Spot a Chav

Without fail Chavs wear a uniform of white Rebock shoes, tracksuit pants, big brand shirts, truckloads of cheap jewellery and a healthy portion of gel in their bleached hair, all topped with the baseball cap.

This clip should give you some idea of what I'm talking about.



When trying to find the Australian version of a Chav the closest thing I could come up with was a Bogan.

But Bogans, with their flannelette shirts, mullet haircuts, big cars (driven down the main street of Australian country towns every Saturday night with heavy metal music blearing), pale in comparison to the plagues of Chavs that seem to be taking over England.


This is a Bogan (though he doesn't have a mullet):




I wonder what would happen if they ever met. I imagine it would be a bit like meeting your mirror image from a parallel universe. Perhaps a strange fascination at first, quickly followed by a viscous battle of attrition, where one was eliminated or both cancelled each other out.

Wouldn't that be nice!

She Bloody Won

Yes, with the £1000 prize in her (read our) pockets, Leisa now get's to work at Vogue for a month. And I guess if all goes well there is even the possibility of employment at the end of the work experience.

Meanwhile, I've taken the news quite well and have been busy planning my early retirement.

And for the record, I've got no qualms with being a "kept man".

Leisa had to write three pieces, one of which will be published in the October edition of Vogue.

And to celebrate all of this, I'm off to Spain on the 21st for six weeks!

It's gonna be tough...

Vogue and brown nosing

Well, what a flurry of blog entries. I've just got so much to report...

Leisa has been short listed for a writers competition with Vogue! Pretty damn special I reckon.
On Monday she had to go and have lunch at Vogue House and hob nob with all the editors and judges. First prize is 1000 pounds and a month's work at Vogue, which is pretty a much a lifelong dream for Leisy, so fingers crossed...

Two days before the interview Leisa decided to get a spray tan. Later that night she was devastated to find that something had gone drastically wrong with the spray tan as she had turned into a brown and white zebra - no exaggeration. She managed to find a dress to cover all the blotches, though, and with some trepidation went off to brown nose with a nose that was already quite brown.