Tartan for twats. Disgusting
brown check-patterned clobber worn by tasteless morons (see townie) who live in shabby provincial towns
like Staines, Basingstoke, and Plymouth, listen to mind-numbing dance/garridge/rap
music, and hang around shopping centres in groups of about 27 (
like their idols, Blazin' Squad) so they can safely beat up and rob anybody sporting long hair, jeans, and a Nirvana t-shirt "cos they're queer, innit!" Most members of the 'burberry massive' (regardless of sex) wear a cheap imitation type of burberry purchased at the local market for a fiver - if its the genuine article, you know its been stolen! The most common form of burberry clothing worn by the male of the species is a hideous
brown-checked baseball cap, worn at a pointed 45-degree angle, designed to facilitate the headbutting of lamp posts/students/goths, as well as allowing them to see where they're going when walking with their heads facing the floor (to allow the
easy discharge of chewing gum, phlegm, and/or
3 litres of White Lightening cider. In other
words, a dole
monkey's prison blues!!!
Moron 1: "Wot do ya fink of my boss Burberry threads!"
Moron 2: "Yeh, dats da bizness, now all ya need is the trakkie bottoms tucked into fuck-off big Reeboks an' you can join the crew, innit?"
Moron 1: "Yeh, maybe I should steal some
like, ugh! ugh! ugh!"
Moron 2: "Massive!!!"
