inteawetrust:

I know it’s very five years ago, but someone today was explaining the issue of chavs and Burberry to me and I just couldn’t stop laughing.  I have to admit it kind of makes me want to bring Burberry scarves home for everyone next time I go, not letting them in on the joke.

Now, off for a second bottle of wine.

Aaaaand… reblog!

I’m not entirely convinced I understand the whole Burberry thing fully. Quite how what is a respectable (or at least expensive) brand in the States can be adopted by the very whitest and trashiest of white trash, the chav, is something of a mystery.

Mind you, the chav is a breed of person that is far more obsessed with designer labels than any other being on the planet, except possibly the American teenage girl stereotype. I don’t know where they get the money to fund this habit from, along with the fact that they generally drink and smoke to excess also. Probably stealing. :)

The truth is, actually, that a lot of stuff worn by chavs is fake. Most of the Burberry stuff you see is fake Burberry bought for a couple of quid at the local market. If you start seeing bizarre Burberry things that you didn’t think they made, like socks and tight-fitting baseball caps… then they probably DON’T make them. (Mind you, I don’t know jack shit about “fashion”, so maybe they do.)

That said, Burberry seems to have fallen out of favour with the chavs over the last few years. They’re all into trying desperately to look “ghetto” now, with baggy tracksuits that look like pyjamas, fake gold jewelry and baseball caps with the names of American cities on them. They really are a hilarious and tragic sight, particularly as they model themselves on “badass” black gangsta rappers and they themselves are the pastiest white things you will EVER see.