Chavs etc

gothbabe has an interesting thread going on about < a href=" http://www.livejournal.com/users/gothbabe/101251.html?style=mine#cutid1">chavs, pikeys and the bourgoise</a>.  Some interesting comments.  Pikeys were always the grotty looking blokes who lived in the gypsy camp down the road who hung around outisde the pub at all hours of the day and fly-tipped in the middle of the lane, when I was a youngster.  Chavs comprise almost the whole population of central Slough (barring a few people).  Chavs normally wear "aspirational clothing" not because they want to wear, it but becaue it's a cheap knock-off from the Village Shopping Centre and they saw Paris Hilton wearing it in "OK".  I don't think it's even a money thing.  They must have money enough for all those tracksuits and flash trainers.  It's a matter of taste.  Whilst I spend my £20K on good clothes, books, music and numerous other pursuits, the chav uses their money to portray themselves as  thugs.  Though they may "aspire" to certain ways of life, they are too dumb to realise is that by wearing Burberry they are aspiring to a way of life dominated by ignorance and criminality. 

 

I've rambled now and lost my thread.

Magnum Opus of Wank

On another topic, B has written a Mills and Boon novel which she's sending off to them. She seems wracked with guilt about having written it because it's not seen as being of any literary merit. She calls it her "magnum opus of wank" and calls Mills and Boon equivilent to "literary pole dancing". Does "The Da Vinci Code" have literary merit? Hell no, but it pays the bills, and that's what B has written it for. I hope they accept it. It's hard enough to get something published so she at least would have the satisfaction of seeing herself in print, on top of the satisfaction of having actually written the thing.


I have my creative writing class. They'll hopefully be getting the second section of my Lovecraft story. I'm starting to dislike it now, though. The same thing happens with everything I write. At some point I become embarrassed about it and refuse to read it. This was very often the case with articles I wrote for Meltdown. They would be published in the mag but it would often take another three months for me to actually get round to re-reading them. I could claim that this is result of being ridiculed at school for my writing, but that would be a poor excuse.