The Lavender Hill Mob
Let there be no doubt about it: Battersea is chock-full of thick rich cunts. Today the local butcher charged the woman in front of me £35.52 for a leg of lamb. She looked like every other bint around here - blonde, baby buggy, using her sunglasses as an alice band - and she could probably have afforded the whole of Wales, but £35.52? It must have been one of those endangered one-legged Tibetan Hopping Sheep. Either that or the butcher's been watching Harry Enfield.
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm getting nostalgic for the chavs of Tooting.
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm getting nostalgic for the chavs of Tooting.