Sorry I have been away for a while, but I have been busy working, DIYing and generally having a laugh!
I must tell you a story about me saving a Chav, (yes I know it's terrible and disgusting behaviour, but I do have a moral standing in society....occasionally.. and when I can be arsed), getting pissed off with some police officers and generally being quite a nice person : )
It all happened a couple of Friday's ago. I had the fortunate pleasure of going to the local Rock Club... or should I say... the crappy Emo club as it has now become, Oh! the scandal!
I had several beverages of the alcoholic kind, danced a bit to Machine Head, White Zombie and Pantera and some other non-emo stuff. Laughed at the Emo's who A) Couldn't see due to the fact they had super-glued their fringes over their eyes, B) Were crying because he/she had just been dumped by their girlfriend/boyfriend that they had been "Totally like seeing for ages... I mean I thought we had a truly deep relationship.. I have given up so much to him/her over the past 2 hours", or, C) Falling over because they can't handle their alco-pops.
So, after a truly eventful evening myself and my mate left the building to get a taxi home. However, on the way down the road I spy a person of the Chav variety lying on the floor and it looked like he was convulsing and somebody stood over the top of him shouting at him. Well, there seemed to be a lot of people around so I thought he was being looked after, but it turns out that they were just watching. Eh???
So the good samaritan that I am, I tried to calm this geezer down asked the normal questions... What's your name? What have you been drinking? Any drugs? If so what ones? etc, etc, etc.
Now it turns out that this lightweight had drunk 4 pints of lager and that was it! 4 pints of lager! And it wasn't even Wife Beater! He was in such a state, and hyperventilating and being generally quite snotty and foaming at the mouth and the such. I thought he may have fucking rabies!
So anyway, after kneeling next to him for what seemed like an hour or so, (Chav's lack the social skills that most people have, he wasn't much of a conversationalist- but that may have due to the foam etc, coming out of his mouth- so in actual fact it was probably around 20 minutes), some police officers came over to the scene. It was most definately good cop, bad cop. One of them was very polite asked me who I was and what was going on. The other snotty bastard asked me exactly what I had to do with the situation! To which I replied, "Nothing at all, I just found the dozy bastard laid on the floor and I thought I would be helpful".... or maybe it would have been more helpful to let the poor bastard die in the street whilst you ask stupid questions. Don't rush for an ambulance or anything will you.
Because he was blantantly a chav and therefore a normal person. And because I was a goth girlie thing wearing a big pair of fuck off New Rocks, I must have had something to do with the fact that he was on the floor. Just because I have been in that kind of situation before, I would like to point out that I was provoked, officer. This time it had nothing to do with me. Honest. No really, it didn't.
That's the last time I do a chav a favour, I know.... I have let the side down. I should have left well alone... but if it was an Emo, would I have done the same???....
Cheers then,
Luna Pixie
