A small racist village set in the majestic North Somerset countryside. Habited by either posh twats who work in Bristol and like the idea of living in the country or chavs who are looking for their next glue to sniff. Due to the historical location of Yatton it is surrounded by farmers who have nothing better to do than to take step ladders on the moors to get friendly with the local wildlife or plan ways to take down anyone who isn't local.
Very much a local town for local people.

A few weeks ago, no one had “cheugy” in their vocabulary . Now everything is saturated with the word. It’s in our heads. It’s in our homes. Everyone is asking: “Am I cheugy? Am I a basic ass bitch? Am I GUILTY of being cheugy?”

The proliferation of cheugy in the mainstream discourse can only be attributed to one source: mental terror. It’s an orchestrated psychological trap to make you question your tastes and interests in the eyes of others.

You are not a cheug. YOU’RE PERFECT!!!!

It is very suspicious that the cheugy mascot is a Minion, a literal cyclops, a deformed
yellow panopticon in overalls ... do not let the all-seeing eye to control you. Be vigilant. Resist cheugy psyops.