The type of people, who, if asked
the time would reply, "What, ya being cheeky, fukin startin me like?"
Surviving only by basing their lives around the Pack Mentality, townies hunt in groups for anything even Slightly differant to what they consider "Normal", i.e. Identical to Them.
So if you don't happen
to buy your clothes
in Fake Burberry from the local
market, avoid at all costs.
Unable to cope with
the fact they are the most unintelligent (have the same average IQ as thecommon
cold) and pathetic sub-species upon the face of the earth
they swarm towns with
bottles of cheap cider and wine, and, after locating, cluster around lone targets with
shouts of "Goff" and "Moshaaaaaahhhhh"