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!!!"
