I'm a country member
they would probably agree, being as they live near Exeter, it should be Kirstie who has to do the defending. but you cant really defend jannertown can you.
I have to say this isn't just a Weymouth problem. In the recent warm weather we were treated to the sight of packs of chavs minus their football shirts displaying the finest bling that Elizabeth Duke could supply draped over their pasty skeletal chests as they peddled their ridiculous toddlers bikes along the sea front. It nearly put me off my cornetto.:frown:I think Weymouth should top the polls for worst dressed and ugliest chavs in the UK. Sorry, but I'm no oil painting and I feel like a veritable godess walking round town.
Women in the autumn of their life seem to think it is chic to wear stuff like very short sleeveless fur trimmed jackets with leggins and their belly hanging out, accessorized by a high pony tail of yellow hair with black roots adorned with a plastic flower scrunchy.
Kappa white joggers and obligatory hoodie are the latest must haves for men, except those who think the height of gorgousness is a nylon footie strip with beer belly, black socks and plastic trainers.
I've seen babies in buggies with nail varnish, pierced ears and furry moon boots eating giant tubs of pringles at 9am. And people so fat they can't walk and have to zoom around on motorised scooters with cankles hanging over their velcro fastened shoes or slippers.
I feel like shouting, "oy, you, stop eating pies and chips and look in a mirror before you go out."
Am I a snob?