It used to be fish n' chips, tooth decay and lads in football shirts. The battle of Britpop, Trotters Independent Traders and red brick factories. Wet council estates drying in the sun, three lions and shouts from pubs. Now it's chavs with fake tan, muslims and immigrants running rampant on streets, and PC insanity getting completely out of hand. Sad, really. And I'm not even British.
