Chavs vs. Toffs

This afternoon a shocking viral email hit my inbox – outlining the code of conduct for the G4…

For those of you who are still unaware of this exclusive group, and their “gunning” behaviour, I’ll give you a brief summary. The email outlined the ‘tour rules’ as laid out by four City twenty-somethings for their upcoming rugby sevens trip to Dubai. A quick google search will give you the complete breakdown – but their code revolves around bragging about daddy’s money, cheating on their wives and generally maintaining their wild, rich lad lifestyle when away. It concluded with a short biography of each member, stating their current insurance-broker employment, red brick university degree and public school credentials.

G4 is a brotherhood of privileged, well educated, rich-boys whose very existence is a stain on British culture.

But the email got me thinking – who would I rather be stuck in a hotel with – a disgusting group of stuck-up toffs or a nasty hoard of lager swilling chavs?

Quite a dilemma. The blight of chav culture is well documented – there are countless TV documentaries outlining the antics of Wild Brits Abroad. All seem to focus on Burberry clad youths taking over Magaluf and Benidorm – downing bacardi breezers, destroying town centres, and eventually rushing to a Spanish hospital for a quick stomach pump. The images of girls in stilettos and boob-tubes, passing out in their own vomit, shock and disgust the middle classes and most Brits do their best to disown this TOWIE generation.

But are they any worse than the G4? Not in my opinion. The privileged rich boy, spending a small portion of the inheritance on a hedonistic shameless tour is a much more vile image in my eyes. Maybe it’s because I feel closer to them; on the chav-toff spectrum I am probably closer to the posh-boy end, and many are only just outside my social circles. In fact I see some of them on a daily basis – they all live in Fulham or Kensington, wear clothes that display their public school heritage, take at least one annual ski trip to Verbier and loosely flaunt their daddy’s wealth with complete disregard for the wider society. At least the chavs work hard and save all year in order to booze it all away on their annual destructive vacation.

No, give me ‘Geordie Shore’ over ‘Made in Chelsea’ every time. For me the chavs have better values, better ethics and more fun. In fact I think I’d quite enjoy a chav holiday – although I’d probably be in bed by midnight, I’m just too old now for all that nonsense…

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All Hail the BBC

I’m proud to say I’m British. Throughout history this great nation has led the way with it’s artistic, cultural and political achievement.

I could list countless icons, all of whom hold a unique place in defining history. Our language, art, architecture, philosophy, poetry and literature has influenced and shaped the modern world, and we continue to lead the way with our brilliance.

One shining example of continued British excellence can be found in every home, easily accessed by simply grabbing the remote and switching on John Logi Baird’s revolutionary invention. The British Broadcating Corporation entertains and enligtens millions of Britains on a daily basis. In fact through all elements of broadcast the BBC excels – It occupies the number 1 position not only on our TV remotes, but also on our car stereos, laptop browsers and smartphone applications.

Last night I watched the concluding part of Sebastian Faulk’s Birdsong on BBC1. If any were needed, it was a glowing reminder of everything great about the BBC; emotional, powerful and stunningly produced – I sat and watched from within the WWI trenches for 1.5hrs yesterday evening. It is a war I have never studied, but I now plan to learn about – this is the power that the BBC can both hold and wield.

And it’s not just their dramas, I am genuinely excited every time an advert emerges for a “major new documentary” – I instantly hit the series link button. I credit David Attenborough with most of my knowledge of the natural world, he has single-handedly helped me win a number of pub quizzes, in fact with Dave’s help I have easily generated considerably more income than the cost of the annual TV licence! I don’t care if some of it was filmed in Edinburgh Zoo…

But I keep hearing that dreadful unwelcome phrase – “BBC cutbacks”

I’m confident that a large proportion of the proud British public would happily accept a small increase in their licence fee if the BBC promised to maintain their current top standards. So come on Sir David, make a public plea and drive some more support for this Great British institution…and if you ever need any help from commuterblog feel free to ask (I live just round the corner form your brother).