Chavtowns – Britain's worst places to live!

Trend-setting chav capital of Britain……..showing the rest of the chav world what next season’s fashion will be!

As you move away from Birkenhead’s chav-ridden town centre and enter suburbia, the chav enters its entrepreneurial state. Around Prenton Park the business-savvy scally offers to mind your car for on on match days, even if it is parked in a lockable garage on your own property. Declining this generous offer often results in the aforemention chavs playing kerby up against the garage door once the match starts.

Furthermore, in what might be seen as a respectable, well-heeled part of Birkenhead (yes, it is possible) there is the curse of the underage drinking Burberry/Fila combo waiting outside every off-license requesting that you take their 2 quid and emerge with a bottle of White Lightning for them. Failure to do so results in a barrage of abuse from a load of 12 year olds.

The Birkenhead chav evolves…..a few years ago the cigarette of choice was Regal, drink of choice was Stella and clothing of choice Berghaus fleece. The rest of the chav country was just catching up with shell suits, while the Wirral scally pioneered on and on. The Burberry style emerged on Mersyside first.

Let’s hope that Wirral Borough Council claims a first too and rounds them all up. Perhaps an exchange program with some Albanian refugees is an attractive option….

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possibly one of the earliest Chav towns to exist. Birkenhead is the second capital of Merseyside and is just across the water (oh Ferry cross the Mersey etc) from Liverpool. Used to be known for its shell-suits and scallies- this culture has now evolved into what can only be described as Proffesional Chavism. This spralling mass of a dock town is a run down chav and chavette nightmare. The main shopping Centre is called ‘The Pyramids’ and each and every shop has its own security guard. But don’t worry- if they can’t steal their new clothes here they can buy them from the famous

Birkenhead indoor market!! suppliers of down market bling bling too. The pram and pasty brigade can choose between several downmarket ‘bakers’ to provide them with as many pies as they need for their bellies to come rolling over their waistlines.
Thieving tips in this town are passed on from generation to generation so its an art fom that will never die.

Please visit- we need to steal your wad

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