Saint Chav

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Saint Chav of Walthamstow is one of the even lesser British saints of late Roman and early Celtic times. He was the first Christian martyr on the island of Britain, and don't be taking any dissin' from the followers of that St. Alban wanker on dis point. Though he is no longer celebrated in the Roman Catholic calendar, the Anglican Communion or even the Pentecostal Animist Baptist Church of Chingford, he continues to be venerated wherever two or three pale skinny celts gather in his name to cast out the unbelievers and pimp da bitchez in the true Whyggere Way.

The heraldic shield of Saint Chav of Walthamstow: Or, crosses Black and Argent, banded Copper and a soupçon of White Lightning to taste.

Historical record of St. Chav

St. Chav was noted in the works of the Venerable Bede, early Britain's greatest historian, whose uncyclopedian accuracy and reliability was not matched until that of Geoffrey of Monmouth four centuries later and is renowned by historians to this day. Bede notes in his Ecclesiastical History of the English Proletariat:

Chaue waſ a fyne figure of Pagan youth, caſting ſigneſ and gettin' down with ye ſkyrte at ye ſaturday Night Wickerman Barbecue, whenne, after a tankard of mead too many, there came upon him a uiſion of ye ſupply-ſide Ieſuſ, who enlightened him aſ to ye holy nature of ye Blyng in ye gathering of ye Homieſ and ye Bytcheſ for ye ſkinny ſhort pale celt. And from thatte day on, Chaue ſpoke ye word of ye Goſpel of Blyng and ye Whyggere Waye and cauſed to be built ye firſte TK Maxx Cathedral of Blyng at Woode Greene.

Bede tells the tale of Chav's execution in his famed history No Really Guv, This Bloke Down Ye Pub Told Me:

Ye cruel Emperorſ published their edictſ againſt ye Chriſtianſ. When demanded he conuert back to Paganiſm, Chaue uttered ye famouſ phraſe "Leaue it out Guu, ye bytcheſ and ye crewe are wif me on diſ one" and refuſed to renounce ye Whyggere Waye, whereupon he waſ taken to ye toppe of ye Higham Hille and hyſ editting pryuylegeſ were withdrawn in a particularly final and concluſiue manner. Hyſ heade rolled all ye way down ye hille and came to reſte near ye ſign ſaying "FUTURE LOCATION OF YE ſTANDARD HOTEL. GET RATARſED CHEAPE. LED ZEP TRIBUTE BAND ſATURDAY NICHT."
And ſo uery holy waſ ye ſaint Chaue that there thenne came ye change of courſe of ye riuer Lee Lea Lee, to ſtream right paſt ye poynte where ye head of ye ſaint Chaue fell to ye Earth. Yeſ, it happened at that exact moment hiſ head fell to ye ground. And then ye Raptor Ieſuſ came down from ye ſkyeſ in a burſt of purple light and bitte ye heade offe ye Roman Emperor, who waſ juſt happening paſt at ye time — honeſt, Guu — hauing been tranſported from Rome by, uh, flying ſauſer. Thuſ prouing ye Chriſtian and miraculouſ nature of yeſe euenteſ. Ande yeſe euenteſ tranſpired ye day after Maſter Jack fed me a ſample of hiſ lateſt barrel of hiſ renownede ergot mead, a beuerage of ye higheſt quality for diuination of hiſtorical facte, euen aſ thou one feelſ aſ if a pyg hath shytten in one'ſ ſkull ye mornyng afterwardſ. Cheerſ. *urp*
A 17th Century lithograph of St. Chav's Cathedral in Lakeside, Essex.

A cult connected with Chav was already in existence in the 6th century, for Bede quotes a line from one of the Carmina of Burberrius Fortunatus: "Chavius egregium f*cunda Wilcumstuw profert" — the cult of Saint Chav being known for its dedication to reproduction early and often. (This translates to "Grossly Overly Reproductive Walthamstow by holy Chav yields," a variation of which is often said by those trying to go shopping in modern-day Walthamstow.)

Journeys of Chav

Of particular note in Chav's life and work were his journeys. In an age where travelling was tedious and perilous, Chav nonetheless took the effort to travel to other towns and cities within the southern part of the province of Britannia, perhaps as many times as ten or twenty a year, returning each time to his native Essex. The purpose of these journeys are unclear, with the only direct surviving quote of Chav being "thou art going home on a [translation unclear; "lunching", "forking"?] ambulance cart"; although what is apparently a chart for ecclesiastical chanting survives, with the words "Hic nos vado, hic nos vado, hic nos vado" repeated several times.

The reason for the chosen destinations is also obscure: why did Mancunium (Manchester) often get two trips per year, whilst Novocastrium (Newcastle) was only visited once? Even the identity of some of the towns mentioned (such as Arsenia, Miltonkeynsium, and Portvalium) are unclear. A particular mystique surrounds the occasional trips further abroad, generally to Gaul, Germania, Hispania and sometimes even to Italia itself.

His followers, however, continue the tradition to this day (when their passports are not being held by the authorities).

Fall from sainthood

Saint Chav was once celebrated by the Church, but was removed from the saint's calendar in 945 AD, after an unfortunate incident which is recounted here by the Catholic Encyclopedia:

By the middle of the 10th century AD, the number of Saints' days celebrated church-wide had increased to the point that every day was some Saint's day or other. April 23 was particularly congested, being both the day of Saint Chav and of Saint George (a minor Palestinian saint).
Pope Asbo IX had recognised the need for consolidation in the Saints' days marketplace, and invited interested parties (the Cults of Saint Chav and George respectively) to submit business proposals for retaining their days. The Pope was not prepared for the subsequent reaction of the Cult of Saint Chav to this. The Chavites descended upon the city of Rome and sacked it, slaying all the Goths who were at that time in control of it, and then moved upon the Pope's secret bunker.
The Pope escaped, disguised as a washerwoman. Several hours later, the Chavites went home bored, and Pope Asbo was able to take up residence in the Lateran Palace once more. His first official act was de-canonizing Saint Chav.

Modern-day veneration

Every day is St. Chav's Day in my pants. Wanna meet my little saint, luv? OY LUV! I'M TALKIN' TO YOU!

Chav remains venerated to this day in the Thames Estuary and across all of England. The followers of his Holy Way make their affiliation known in their clothing and mannerisms, no matter how pale, skinny and celtic they may in fact be. Walthamstow High Street features Europe's oldest and largest street market of authentic holy relics, with a two-kilometre stretch of stalls all selling absolutely authentic and original relics of St. Chav at knockdown bargain prices, honestly my friend, I would not lie to you under any circumstances.

Many have subsequently confused St. Chav with St. George, and have ahistorically adopted the latter as the patron saint of England and of remarkably bad driving. Devotees of bad driving are noted for the St. George's flags out the windows of their cars, the number of flags increasing with the skill of the Georgian devotee's bad driving.

Famous sayings of St. Chav

  • "Is it cos I is celt?" — his universal rejoinder to the realities of Roman oppression.
  • "Go forth and multiply this, bytches." — his famed statement of the holy necessity of replenishing the Celtic population of the Thames Estuary.