Gent

Dudes from Inner/Greater London who buy 'suave' looking clothes from Primark etc such as black tailored coats, white shirt/black tie pack, cheap cufflinks, big fake diamond earrings, anything bling as long as its black/white/'diamond' coloured. Drink Alizee', Hennessey, Courvoisier, Martell, sometimes Jack Daniels, Remy Martin (only on payday), and even now are beginning to become wine connoisseurs, with many Gents showing their partiality to a bit of Rose' here and there. Posing for photos with as many bottles of the aforementioned luxuries in hand is a must if one wishes to be recognised as a possessor of 'True' or 'Original Gent (O.G.)' status.

Gent 1: 'Ay staah- we landin on dat shubz 2nite?'

Gent 2: 'You dun kno fam-need to sort out my outfit doe still'

Gent 1: 'What u bussin 2nite? Black n white?'

Gent 2: 'Obviously fam, True Gents out ere. Need to wait til 6pm til I go out 2 get da juice, cos thats when I get paid still'

Gent 1: 'Man might juss bring dat leftover Martell from last week still, P's are low u get me?'

Gent 2: 'Is that how ur goin on? What u gonna pose wiv when ur Martell dregs are all drunk up an ting?'

Gent 1: 'Ah man....'MUM CAN U LEND ME TWENTY POUND PLEEZ?......PLEEEEEZ MUMMY!'

Gent 2: 'You're one chief cuz'

Gent 1: 'Allow me fam'

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