  Just got back from bowling. I went with four other people (three girls and a guy), all of whom are aged between 17 and 20. Me, being 27, felt very old and, infact, almost fatherley. Which was odd... but I'm getting more and more used to that.
Anyway, it was kinda fun, and I won one of the two games we played. Now, the problem with any form of outdoor activity these days is the increasing number of CHAV SCUM ( urlLink http://www.chavscum.co.uk ) that you find out and about. Bowling, naturally the home of the chav, was a test of my patience. Next to us (on lane 30 of the Heathrow Bowl, fact fans) was a gaggle of lady chavs, or chavettes.
Aged between 14 and about 18, they were dressed in regulation Chav uniform of sports wear and Burbury. All of them were smoking (actually smoking AS THEY BOWLED, which was quite impressive to see! ), swearing, and giving us "evils". Actually, that was quite amusing; everytime one of the girls I went with moved to pick up a ball, one of the chavettes would jump up and reach for the ball, flapping about, or they would all just sit there and stare.
I mean, I'm 27 years old, and all I could think about was "Oh, fuck off. " I feel soliled by their chavness. And when they "pulled" some chav lads who were bowling somewhere further along, it got worse. The overdose of gold chains hanging on the outside of their shirts, and their irritatingly white trainers... it made me have to go and play "House of the Dead 3" in the manky chav-lite arcade just to release the tension. *sigh* So, that was the fun I had bowling. I can't wait to go again! 
