Having managed to elude the evolutionary process and remain relatively neanderthal throughout the
years, the townie has finally plucked up the courage to expose itself to society. The subsequent confusion that they experience in relation to other more intelligent life forms results in the formation of tribes, each with their own *cough* unique identity. It is unsure at which stage the townie started wearing the so called 'shell suit', but the trend has remained ever since - possibly due to the
insecurities surrounding 'individual identity'. Although
practically indistinguishable, the numerous tribes lend their names to cunning little acronyms such as 'ATL' (against/above the law) amongst others. A common behavioural attribute of the townie is vandalism, the mindless destruction of (amongst others) bins, windows, doors, railings and other articles upon which society 'relies'.
Unfortunately for the townie, who strays no further than McDonald's or the local chippy, most of these vandalised items belong to the commune in which they live. The townie asserts it's territory by writing on surfaces with cheap
permanent marker (the more colours the better), much like a cat pissing up a wall. If encountered look away,eye contact will only provoke the situation, such is the results of these primeval instincts they still cling to.