Is anybody here a Scally? Or as folk darn sarf like to call em, Chavs?
I'm not. You won't catch me wearring Burburry or crappy Nike trainers, driving around in a badly done up heap of shite blasting crappy Westwood albums out of a speaker system with more oomph than the engine itself.
And whats with tucking the tracksuit bottoms into your stripy socks, whats all that about then?