@ Malcav
Yay, I am not alone in my hatred of the chav club! The worst ones are the most persistent and are invariably either old enough to be my father or young enough to be my son, practically, and are usually drunk out of their skulls.

Having said that I went out to Wetherspoons for my birthday last year and while I was waiting for some friends to show up some old lech came and put his arm on my shoulder. I snapped "just WHAT do you think you're doing?" and he ran away. Yay me :)
( Maladicta, Fri 2 May 2008, 19:44, Reply)