Obviously, I didn't expect anything close to this, but some icicle lights here and there would have been nice. Well THANKS FOR NOTHING Dorridge because there weren't any damn lights. How could that be?
According to Jeff's coworkers, Christmas lights are a very "chav" thing to do. Chav?? Helloooo Google.
In a word, I suppose "chav" basically means "trash", but in reality it goes much deeper than that. Chav is not a very nice way to describe white, working-class people. There are a staggering 323 entries for the word on urbandictionary.com so I'll just give you the highlights:
1. this term can be applied loosely to every culture with a nasty, thieving element
2. Chavs are completely amoral, having never been subjected to right and wrong by their inattentive, uncaring and often absent parent
3. Sub-species of human
4. Chavs are part Magpie, evidentially supported by their love of all things shiny, or as vaccuous, illiterate street-slang would say 'Bling'
5. Clearly recognisable by their distinctive tribal Burberry
6. Chav girls (or chavettes) commonly sport the Croydon Facelift (hair pulled back in a bun so tight that it pulls their faces tight) with at least 6 dangly faux-gold earings in each ear. Also often seen pushing a pram round shopping centers while chain-smoking and wearing fake burberry or nasty velour tracksuits
7. often to be found lurking in braying packs close to fast food outlets or late night stores
Visuals:
Yikes. In addition to their fondness for Burberry and Bacardi Breezers, chavs love a good show of Christmas lights. I guess it is the "bling" aspect of it all. The result (and evidence that class hierarchy is alive and well in the UK): no one else puts up lights. I guess that explains why the only Christmas lights in Dorridge are on a house with an RV parked in the front.
Oh yeah... the RV also has lights on it.
