Every night - except Saturdays; he works Saturdays and his parents go out for a drink - I go to Myke’s house. Around 10pm-ish, his mum gives me a lift home.
The most exciting thing that happens on the trip normally is us going past Nuddy Man*1’s house and commenting on what we can see him doing.
Last night, everything was fine and normal until we stopped at a set of traffic lights. We had stopped next to a white car, being driven by a chav*2.
In the back of the car was nothing. NOTHING. The chav had pulled his seats out of the back of the car and replaced them with nothing!
In the front of the car, he’d pulled out the nice, NORMAL seats and replaced them with these really odd looking seats - they were kind of like bucket seats but they had holes in them. They’re probably REALLY comfortable / ergonomic car seats but they look seriously ugly.
I was thinking about taking a photo of these seats but the lights changed and the chav put his foot down and started driving away from us.
I said to Myke that I wished I’d taken a photo of these weird seats and his mum was like “You wanted to take a picture of those?” and she put her foot down. She - Myke’s MUM - started racing a chav.
I didn’t take the photo in the end - the chav kept turning and looking at us, so I chickened out. 
*1 - Nuddy Man is the name of a man who lives in a flat which has nothing but GLASS where one of the walls is supposed to be. He’s also naked.
*2 - Chav is Britain’s version of Trailer Trash. Only trashier. And with less trailers.
