Urghberry
There's a barber's shop around the corner from work. I walked past this morning, and there was a customer in the chair wearing one of those hairdresser's capes they wrap around you. A Burberry cape. A Burberry cape, ladies and gentlemen. That's all I needed. I now have good reason to phone the aliens and ask them to take me away to some better planet where 'Bling' is a sound the ray-guns make when shooting extra-terrestrial chavs.
Chavs get a bad press. Namely, the British one.
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