Highlighter Stars.

I was in Asda today (along with half the world. Apparently it’s THE place to be when it’s raining) and was amused by a conversation that I overheard between two chavvy girls.

Picture the scene:
Two girls, both maybe 15 or 16, wearing tracksuits, with blonde hair (dark roots, natch) in a high gelled back ponytail. The only distinguishable difference between their outfits is the fact that the second girl has gold hoop earrings to complete the look. Both are apparently out shopping with their family and happen to see each other.

Girl #1: Oright Jade? ‘Ow’s it goin’?
Jade: Yeah, i’s oright.
Girl 1: Whaddyou ‘ave in the end?

[at this point, I assume she’s asking what Jade had for Christmas. A fair assumption, I feel]

Jade: Boy.

[this throws me slightly]

Girl #1: Thas great. ‘Ow old is he? Only a coupla weeks, innee?
Jade: Yeah, ’bout that.

[does this girl not know the age of her child?]

I went out of earshot at that point, unfortunately. But, taking a glance around, I saw sight nor sound of this newborn. There was a woman who appeared to be Jade’s mother (distinguishable by the gold hoop earrings that matched her daughter’s, but were slightly larger. Obviously to show rank), pushing a trolley, but nope, no child. Amazing.

Cardiff chavs > all other chavs. It’s the accent