‘Chav’ is apparently the buzz word of 2004 (see BBC Online). Yes but no but yes but no…it is. The OED reckon it’s from Romany, but I heard it ages ago in Newcastle (‘Charver’) and I’m prepared to bet my Burberry baseball cap it’s a Geordie word. There’s even a Newcastle-based Charverwatch site. We also have one or two Chavs in Hertford. They’re normally to be found on the Chav leyline which stretches from McDonalds to Greggs. If you want to learn more about them, go to my favourite Chav site Chavscum which even gives you a name for your Chavlet baby. If I had one, it would apparently be called ‘Wayne Damien Peacock’. I’m not sure my pets Bollinger, Moet and Florence would approve, even if Wayne was just a gerbil.
The National Gerbil Society Website has some great gerbil wallpaper and many useful tips on gerbil-related things.
Here are some photos of my trip to Thailand in 2004. Krabi Province where I stayed was hit by the Tsunami. To give money, click here, call 0870 60 60 900, or just pop into your local Oxfam shop.
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel
“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.