We call chavs Kevs, or at least we used to. True story.
We call chavs Kevs, or at least we used to. True story.
Now go away.
He might have used one of your colloquialisms, but I would assume he was formulating his commentary for me, as his reference occurred during a conversation we were having.
He calls me Kev, though I would attribute that to his relatively heightened civility.
A good spud, old Nigel.
"Researchers have already cast much darkness on the subject, and if they continue their investigations, we shall soon know nothing at all about it."
-Mark Twain
My middle name is Kevin.
True story.
Comes from my grandfather. The name Kevin used to be the butt of myriad jokes in the eighties in the UK.
Now, my actual forename is the butt. How's that for fucking irony?
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