Starbuck ...
Chavy means ... we had been overrun by Chavs ...
Sort of, err ... oiky people. Women in velour track suits. Guys in bright white Nike trainers with those flappy fronts. Lots of jewellery, even on a sunny afternoon. Big tattoos. Straight men with earrings. Walking so far apart that they have to shout at each other. London accents. Call each "mate" or "daahlin". Normal greeting upon meeting each other is "Awright, mate".
Day trippers, strutting around as if they own the town. As if THEY own MY town !!
You know the type.
Well, it was Chav Town here at the weekend, and it was utterly ghastly.
I should have gone to his place, instead of having him over.