Large, heavy boots with spikes and general discomfort were always the order of the day so you can imagine my dismay when the dawning realisation that I may be on the cusp of Chav hit me. Early warning signs include:
- Excessive use of the word "Init" both at the end of every sentence and as a word in its own right.
- The realisation that tracksuit bottoms are Quite Comfy, Actually.
- Going from refusing to even own a pair of trainers to owning two pairs, and wearing them outside of the gym because I like them init.
- Purchasing and wearing a hat that looks enough like a baseball cap to violate the dress code at Ha Ha's. To clarify; I violated a dress code at Chav Central because I looked too much like a chav.
- A sudden and unexplained craving for White Lightning and a tendency to drink Lambrini on the bus.
Thats it, I'm off to throw bricks at buses and shout abuse at policemen. My fate is sealed, I may as well give myself over to the Dark Side.
Init.
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