It isn’t documented when Aylesbury was first twinned with Innit, but now one can’t imagine them as seperate entities. Aylesbury is a bog town, swamped with all manner of C**v species. Within Lowered Nova SRI driving distance of Bicester Village, a Factory Outlet built with C***s in mind. A Burberry store opposite a Reebok Shop is enough to make any C**v stain their Karl Kani Pants.
Aylesbury C***s have their own C**v waddle walk, partly due to the tightness of their trousers but also a fertility signal for Chavettes.
The younger C***s congregate traditionally outside Macdonalds, comparing yellow gold jewllery, scrunchies and pushchairs. The glare from their Reebok Classics is one of the few man made phenomena that can be seen from space.
Standard C***s can be spotted all over sunny Aylesbury, but best spots can be made in Friars Square Shopping centre, The Litten Tree(Bar Med with a carpet), Yate’s and The Yeoman. The shear quantity of bad taste and DSS money is overwhelming. The growing number of Mac Chain Pubs is a testimony to C**v culture and is self serving. These establishments allow C**v males to meet and create more pram-faced Chavettes. Proof if needed can be seen in Chicagos Rock cafe any night of the week where three generations of the same C**v family can bee seen drinking together and the oldest will be celebrating their 30th Birthday.
From Quarren-Dons to the Scruffcourt Kings, All together Now- “We’re Green, we’re White, We’re Farkin’ Dynamite – AYLESBURY INNIT!”