chavtastic yet enjoyable things

marks and Spencer cake in a jar - guilty yum

 

I refuse to use “chavtastic” as a descriptor and, in any event, am not sure it would capture exactly the right kind of petty english class-based sneer in this case, but:

the paintings of Jack Vettriano. They’re good. Not as good as those of his hero Edward Hopper, but good. I’d have one on my wall just to wind up class-anxious w**kers.

Check out this absolute bogshite: https://www.theguardian.com/profile/joshspero

I note how much more successful Vettriano’s career as an artist was than Josh Spero’s as a writer (he’s a section editor at the FT these days).

I just learned that the artist’s real surname is not actually Vettriano, despite an italian surname being quite plausible for a man from western Scotland due to the famously dense Italian diaspora in those parts.

Sorry, this particular bit of absolute bogshite:

https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/artblog/2007/jul/18/vettrianosartisnotfitfor

Much like Big Macs and Nuts magazine, I don't mind Jack Vettriano's work existing - I just wish it carried a health warning.“

Sorry m8, bad start - already chundered.

I like Big Macs. I never bought Nuts magazine but I wouldn’t mind betting that one lonesome, jizz-encrusted back issue constitutes a greater contribution to journalism than the entire life’s work of Josh Spero.

They’re awful. Shockingly bad. But I read an interview with the actress Orla Brady where she said she’d been a model for an anatomy book he’d done, which made him mildly more interesting. Obviously not in the same sphere as Hopper.

Nuts and Zoo were good easy reading hungover on a train back from some kind of bantz filled weekend.

As for chavtastic stuff that's enjoyable Subway and Dominos.

I didn’t realise anyone actually read nuts and zoo, thought they were basically for people too embarrassed to buy porn mags. Which is why they died a death when the internet became widespread;

maxed-out sky sports subscription definitely belongs on this list

the first and only time I bought a house - 2007 - I phoned Sky and booked them three months in advance to make sure they could be there the day I moved in. I wanted to sit in my new house watching the premier league in glorious widescreen the day I moved in. And I did.