Some say the Devil is dead.

It seems he is alive in some folk. Sat on the monument in the centre of Newcastle on my lunch with a friend. This interesting ald chav (in her mid thirties I'm estimating) rocks up demanding people for 40p, quickly proceeding to shout and chant like she's possessed.

She was clearly completely off her tits. Excuse my French.

We were serenaded repeatedly with the lyrics: "Some say the Devil is dead, some say the Devil is dead. Feed the pigs and milk the cows, feed the pigs and milk the cows" with a few intermissions of Tourettes-like profanities. Brilliant. Next thing we know, she shouts "Right, I'm ganna go mental!", takes off her jacket, throws it on the ground, attempts to dance and falls on her arse. At this point we couldn't cope holding in laughter anymore and decided to leave our front row seats.

Our parting gift... "That's right, f**k off, ya black c**ts".

It is worth pointing out that we are both Caucasian.