How Many Chavs Does It Take To Screw in a Lightbulb?

December 5, 2008 at 3:59 pm 15 comments

– How many pints does it take before you fall into the gutter?

– How short does your skirt have to be before you’re technically on the game?

These are the kinds of questions I expected to encounter on the “Life in the UK” test I recently had to take in order to apply for British residency. Instead I was confronted by such silly and irrelevant questions as:

– In what year did women win the right to divorce their husbands?

– What percent has the UK population grown since 1971?

– When are you entitled to receive a free TV licence?

Now I ask you, what does any of this stuff REALLY have to do with life in the UK? Okay, I can understand why it was an important moment in history when women were finally allowed to get rid of the sorry bastards they’d been stupid enough to marry in the first place. But TV licences? I mean, does anyone even want to live to the age of 75 to qualify for a free TV licence? Just think how many more reality TV shows there will be by then, not to mention no-talent celebs spawned from said shows. If that isn’t enough to make you top yourself before you hit 75 then I don’t know what is.

Anyway, there I was in the garden spot of England known as Ilford – me and a motley crew of some 20-plus dodgy foreigners, all of whom had assembled in the public library to plunk down our hard-earned 35 quid to take a computerised test to prove we’re worthy of remaining in this country and paying income tax, National Health Service contributions, and VAT on virtually everything save for using the toilet. It was quite a cultural hodgepodge; I ran into Nigerians, Romanians, Australians (yes, even Commonwealth citizens have to take the exam), South Africans, Russians, Pakistanis – you name it, they were there. Though I believe I was the only American. Hmm… Wonder what was up with that?

Having spent nearly a month studying on and off (well, if I’m honest, mostly off), I felt fairly confident after taking the practice tests in the book I’d bought that I’d pass the blasted thing, providing I didn’t get hit with a slew of questions requiring my recollection of dates and numbers. Nevertheless, I began to get worried when the Muslim woman seated next to me was cramming up until the last minute from her dog-eared copy of British Citizenship For Dummies. Oy vey.

As I sat at my assigned computer terminal waiting for the endless queue of persona non grata foreigners to be processed (“processed” being to check their ID and get their money off them), my stomach reminded me that it hadn’t been fed since breakfast, and it was now pushing half past 4 in the afternoon (the exam time was set at 4pm). I became obsessed with the thought of the nice Canadian cheddar in my fridge at home. To distract myself, I got into a conversation with the Aussie seated behind me, only to be drowned out by a squalling infant someone had been daft enough to bring along to the party. Mind you, it got even worse once the exam started. Apparently some sort of Punch and Judy shtick was going on in the library (at least I think it was Punch and Judy), so all throughout the exam we found ourselves being treated to maniacal male shouting accompanied by the occasional manic strum of out-of-tune guitar strings. It made me wonder if we weren’t in a public library at all, but instead an institution for the criminally insane.

Fortunately for me, I passed the exam, which means I can now get the rest of my endless pile of paperwork assembled and apply for my settlement visa – providing, of course, I sell about a zillion more copies of my books or providing I can get the guys from The Italian Job together to steal that gold (I always did fancy driving one of those vintage Minis!), since it will take a king’s ransom to pay the extortionate new application fee imposed by the British Home Office. This would never have happened were they still operating under the aegis of that nice working-class bloke from Sheffield, David Blunkett.

Speaking of whom, I actually ran into David Blunkett in a car park in Sheffield city centre a few years back. And no, I don’t mean while driving a Mini! But that’s another story…

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  • 1. steadycat  |  December 5, 2008 at 6:23 pm

    I memorized all those date and numbers to take the test. As soon as the test was over, I forgot them. Good on you, getting your residence visa. It’s worth it just to cut down on the airport hassle.

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  • 2. Gordon Rae  |  December 5, 2008 at 8:58 pm

    We are a nation of mongrels, but sadly, the inbred families (the ones that Evelyn Waugh wrote about; the ones whose contribution to our culture was best expressed in the Battle of the Somme) feel a residual need to test the rest of us.

    I’ve never screwed a chav in a lightbulb. What’s it like?

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    • 3. mitziszereto  |  December 5, 2008 at 10:51 pm

      i don’t know, and i don’t WANT to know! :-/

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  • 4. Paul Brazill  |  December 6, 2008 at 11:20 am

    TV? Licence? Do people still buy them?I don’t think I’ve ever had one.

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    • 5. mitziszereto  |  December 6, 2008 at 12:14 pm

      you’d best beware if a white transit van with a big antenna passes your house, mate!

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  • 6. Cormac Brown  |  December 6, 2008 at 12:15 pm

    Congrats on your residence visa…and what’s a “chav?”

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    • 7. mitziszereto  |  December 6, 2008 at 12:19 pm

      well it isn’t in the bag yet. still a ways to go…

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  • 8. mitziszereto  |  December 6, 2008 at 12:20 pm

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chav

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  • 9. Josie  |  December 6, 2008 at 1:46 pm

    You know I couldn’t answer any of those questions correctly. Wonder how many Brits would have problems with that test. Well, based on your suggested questions, the best test would be to ask people to construct questions and thus see how Britified they’ve become using words like chav, pint, ‘on the game’ etc.

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  • 10. Stuart Burrell  |  December 6, 2008 at 6:04 pm

    Re: The Italian Job (the original film) Funny thing is there is actually a science challenge for getting the Gold off the rear of the bus (and not in the 2 hours that the other version of the ending took).

    Good luck and hope you hear soon.

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  • 11. steve aylett  |  December 8, 2008 at 9:30 am

    Why do you want to be a citizen of this hellhole? I mean, preferable to the US but still a zombie-filled nightmare…

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  • 12. Chris Bourton  |  December 8, 2008 at 11:12 am

    Guess you are stuck with us alittle longer if you’ve passed the test eh?

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  • 13. Chaz Folkes  |  December 8, 2008 at 1:23 pm

    I’ve always wondered what they actually asked in those things… Well done for passing.

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  • 14. Robin  |  December 9, 2008 at 12:27 pm

    Even though I’m English I thought I’d take a look at the book in question! A friend of mine from Hong Kong was applying and my own wife, also American, is still due to take it (apparently she just plain forgot the last time around so they gave her a two year extension! Result.)

    Not only were the questions posted in the book (the very same questions I am reliably informed that appeared in the test) about pointless things as Mitzi pointed out but every British person in the room at the time failed to get them right.

    It does seem to me to be fairly daft to have foreign people answering questions no other soul in the UK has answers to! Oh well. Congrats though Mitzi!

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  • 15. Matthew Cain  |  December 9, 2008 at 2:08 pm

    Matthew Taylor has a funny David Blunkett story here: http://www.matthewtaylorsblog.com/politics/the-forthright-approach-of-david-blunkett/

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