It's That Scene Takeover...

Does anyone remember of few years back when all of the good people of Medway could safely say that Chatham was home of the chavs? Because I do and as intimidating as they were I've noticed that chavs are becoming extinct in their own habitat. Ruled by the ever increasing population of emos and scene kids. *Chuckle chuckle*

Now if you happen to claim to 'be' any of these, please look away now or risk having to be caused offense because of the minority who have made me come to this conclusion...

Bring Back The Chavs! Something I never in a million years thought I would even consider but I cannot, CANNOT cope with the the scene kids who parade around the country like they're bloody Gods or something. Honestly, I could rip my own hair out in frustration and then they would laugh at me even more for not having any hair whilst they stand there taking photos to post on their MySpaces!

Now, only last Sunday I was told I judge people too much but I have my reasons and you must remember that I'm not talking about ALL them, just quite a few. So here are my reasons for having such a strong dislike:

1. Watch out, watch out, there are scene kids about! I'm not even joking. They ARE everywhere. They congregate in groups and never actually appear to be doing anything of use. They lurk, taking photos or comparing hair. WTF?

2. Remember folks, they're all sooo much better than you. Or that's what they seem to think anyway. Yes, I've had plenty of experience walking past these people and I think I can honestly say that nearly every single time they look at me as though I'm some piece of scum on their 'awesome' shoe.

3. They are all so much worse off than you. They don't have enough money to buy some hairspray and OH MY GOSH she or he smudged their eyeliner. This is so tragic.

4. Look at my Glorious Hair. Capital letters used because it seems to have become an entirely different thing from the person whose head it is growing on. In fact, why don't we just worship the hair? Perhaps you could even name it for us and then I could take a photo and sellotape it to my bedroom ceiling.

5. Worse than all of this is the fact that I seem to be associated with them. I wear the same sort of clothes as them and I only ever wear skinny jeans. And why why why do I care so much about my hair? In fact I was critizing myself just as much as them with reason number four. They make me envy them... How insulting! However, unlike them I don't feel the need for everyone to bow down to me and listen to every word I have to say. I'm not better than you and thank the world that I know it.

Keep it about the music. Don't become a sheep.