Here we go again, somebody criticising "chav culture" but getting it totally wrong.For some reason, people think that "chavs" equals "working class people with scooters". But that's just not right. The true definition of "chav" is "moron with bad taste" and those exist in every strata of society. Take a walk down Upper Street in Islington to find flip-flop-wearing mobile phone shop managers puffing away on vanilla scented tobacco from hookah pipes while nodding their heads sagely to Brazillian Afro Funk Jazz House. Or go to more affluent West London where scooter-riding graphic designers with £97 screen printed t-shirts chomp down on £15 hamburgers with orange-skinned PR girls who smell like they've been drinking red wine every day since they were born.The funseekers in this film aren't "chavs", they're "innovators". And if they'd worked out a way of somehow cushioning the girls' fall, maybe by shooting them off into a swimming pool or something, then this scooter-attached-to-a-roundabout machine could actually be a viable game that people could market and sell to amusement parks around the world, rather than being an instrument of torture and possible death.