Whenever I walk down the high street, into high street shops, or drive around the local town, I always see hordes of the same kinds of vermin. Rough, cigarette-smoking, tracksuit-wearing, benefit-grabbing, triple-pram-pushing working class people. Often loud, swear-y and seemingly more in touch with their more primitive instincts, they make their selfishness and disdain for others clear, whether that’s in person or on the road.