Havant isn’t very nice.
In the town centre there is a pretty little church, an occasional French market and one or two decent pubs (The Robin Hood and The Old House at Home).
The rest of the area will be familiar to anyone who has nominated or even read about their own town:
1. The bad estate nearby.
In this case it is Leigh Park, already mentioned in a separate article and with good reason, where the streets pound to the rhythms of cars with drainpipe-sized exhausts, while their max-power reading, dead-eyed owners(?) inflict their appalling music tastes on anyone within half a kilometre.
2. The moody town centre pubs.
Havant has many of these – all full of the burberry boys. The obligatory wetherspoons, opposite Macdonalds so that post-stella hunger pangs are taken care of and interestingly one or two pubs home to that compartively rare species: the middle-aged chav.
The street between two of these was the scene of a riot on the evening that England beat Argentina in the last world cup as fat men in their forties who really should know better decided to celebrate the victory by sallying forth and ‘decking’ a few civilians.
3. All the shops are crap
Somehow the centre of Havant manages to sustain a Waitrose. Presumably because there is no other decent supermarket for the more affluent areas to the east until you get to Chichester.
Other than this there are the usual offenders: Wilkinsons, a strange shop that seems to sell a little bit of everything and is a real draw for the chav family unit: foul-mouthed fat fucks in stained trackkie bottoms bellowing abuse at the fruit of their loins.
4. There are many charity shops.
Some of which even have books in. I suspect some of these books may have been there for some time. They may be of interest to antiquarians.
5. Abusive packs of kids aged from 6-16 infest the centre of town.
Walking through the Meridian Centre (an indoor shopping ‘arcade’ that deserves its own entry on this site) one day I saw a little boy decked out in the finest adidas trying to run up the down escalator. Being no more than about 8 he got in trouble, slipped and started bawling like a baby. I picked him up by his arm and asked him if he was okay…
Well I expect you can guess the rest. Suffice to say I’ve been on a night out with a bunch of sailors and I’d still never heard language like it.
Other than this little tyke the town centre was always full of the usual gangs of cap-wearing non-entities all in big groups and all staring meerkat-like in all directions other than at each other.
I wouldn’t know. I don’t go into the town centre any more, other than very early on a Saturday morning to go to Waitrose. It’s quite nice then.
Anyway, these chavs who bit off more than they could chew…
I was out with my flygirl a couple of years ago heading into Havant. A very large man jogged past us.
A few moments later a chavmobile boomed past and a spotty, malnourished face emerged and shouted something along the lines of:
“whatchoo runnin’ for you fu’ing wanga”
The man stuck his finger up at them and instantly became a role model for me.
Predictably the vehicle screeched to a halt and an articulate youth emerged and started doing a strange arm-swinging dance in the man’s direction.
At the same time he enquired if the gent was seeking a physical beating and did he know of a good doctor.
Things happened very quickly after this. The first scumbag got close to this man and received what I can only call a world-class uppercut.
Three others had emerged from the car ready to assist their leader in yet another easy beating and froze at the site of this. The man carried on jogging in a very calm manner in their direction.
The nearest two regained the moral high ground by informing him that he was a ‘c**t’ for ‘chinnin” their friend.
The larger of the two nervously stepped in his way only to be doubled over by an honest to goodness flying kick.
The remaining two gangstas decided they would let him live this time and stepped aside, hurling a bit of predictable abuse when he was about 30 yards away.
Knowing that if we hung around we would receive the beating these lovely lads still had in them we doubled back and laughed all the way home.
Havant – Still Keeping it Real…
I grew up in Havant and was a teenager there in the late 80s, drinking in the La Cage wine bar, now sadly gone. Back then Havant was a nice place to live with a busy town centre.
Now it is grim, really grim. I go there still to visit my family but the town centre has got awful, the pubs are really violent and I have drunk in some pretty heavy places round the UK BUT nowhere is more hectic than Havant. My Parents will not go out now on a Fri or Sat night. People get their heads kicked in for being nice. Its Chav Heaven. Im so glad I left. It is rather depressing thinking about Havant.
I too came accros this article by chance, and I have to say it is fairly true to form I have lived in Havant for 43 years, the past 23 in central Havant. Unfortunately the boundary of Leigh Park gets ever closer. BUT its not everyone in Leigh Park who causes the4 aggro. Just a minority and there are some unpleasant types in Havant itself. The morons who invade at the weekend Friday and Saturday nights usually come from LP and entry the town via the footbridge over Havant Railway Station. These highly articulate persons can be heard with their 10 word vocabulary of Fuc**** this and You Cun* etc etc. They also urinate anywhere they please. Its a real shame becuase when I first moved to Havant it was a very nice little town, NOW it is the PITS!
All you people that are disagreeing with what the publisher is saying are the reason for why the country is in the turmoil that it is. Being tolerant to these chav pricks is only giving them an even greater stronghold.
Solution to chav culture epidemic = work/army or die. Simple.
We are clearly seeing a case of Darwin’s theory of the survival of the fittest going out of the door to become survival of the poor, benefit thieving cunts that contribute only to society by bringing more chav offspring into the world. We already have a member of the animal kingdom that follows these certain traits – the Cockroach – we don’t need any more cockroaches.
I agree with Woody and the publisher, Havant is a prime example of how chavs are ruining the world. These people who are complaining about this comment are kidding themselves you are the same scum that backs these little pricks up. The chavs that go around beating people for fun travel around in packs because they have no moral ethics and I’m taking a stab in the dark in saying that they have no education and that they are possibly mentally retarded. In my opinion we need a leader like Hitler but instead of targetting Jews we should be putting these chavs in concentration camps the old and the young. Or if you don’t like that idea we could put them all in the army and use them as front line soldiers, let’s be honest no one will really be bothered if they were to die and the world would be better off.
I came upon this article quite by accident while searching for something else related to Havant. I must complement the author of the first entry which describes Havant beautifully. I have lived south of the A27 for some years and only venture north when it’s absolutely essential. I also advise my children to keep well clear of the town centre day or night. I look forward to reading more true life stories from Havant.
I worked for many years as a taxi driver in the Havant and Waterlooville area. I have to admit that after dark, I tended to stay in the Waterlooville area a lot more. You get troublesome twats everywhere but I have to say that the majority of people I picked up from the pubs in Leigh Park were of the breed described above. Rude, aggressive and not much between the ears, to put it politely. You do form an impression of an area when you’re always confronted by these loudmouthed chav-types who’s only ambition in life is to get totally ‘ammered on a saturday night, have a bit of fistycuffs outside the ole Percy before staggering over to Sophies for a keeebab and then promptly vomiting it back up outside on the pavement. Add to this the skanky chavettes with ten million kids- of various shades- but no permanent boyfriend to be seen swearing down their mobiles about the lad they shagged on friday night behind the Guildhall Walk, the unkempt unwashed children being dragged along behind her have obviously been fed a diet of coke and Milky Bars and consequentially have an obesity problem before the age of three, because mummy can’t be botherd to cook a decent balanced meal and saves all her income support to buy her Voddy and scratchcards.
However, there are also some lovely law abiding, hardworking people who live in Leigh Park too, but they very wisely tend to stay at home after dark.
This is quite steriotypical. Everyone thinks Leigh Park and Havant are heaven for chavs and trouble makers. Actually, it isnt. I’ve lived in Leigh Park all my life, I haven’t got a criminal record, I dont swear in public and hang out with massive troublemaking groups! Many people think of Leigh Park in the wrong way, and it’s unfair! My school for example, people will think it’s just another school for chavs, but we actually were highest on the leaderboard for Contextual Value Added, which for those who don’t know, means how much progress the children had made since joining the school. We were highest. Not some posh school somewhere else, a school stuck straight in the middle of Leigh Park. Just shows, we aren’t as bad as people think. Sure, some people get out of hand. Doesn’t that happen in every town? But people just steriotype us. It’s not fair! Live in Leigh Park for a few years before you judge us, thank you very much.
i have to say i was a little insulted to read this. i was born and grew up in rowlands castle until my twentys. i then moved from there to leigh park as, like so many others i couldn’t possibly afford to live in rowlands castle. i moved to what was a well known rough area ‘the warren’ which is where i stayed very happily for two years. i had my car broken into once – my parents who were still in rowlands had known of four car break-in’s that month in their road. i didn’t encounter a bit of trouble from ‘chavs’ in all the time i was there. my neighbours were lovely and when we needed to move to a larger property and put ours up for sale i wanted to stay in the area. we had many viewings on our house – people who wanted to move from petersfield and chichester. we ended moving to another part of leigh park where i am also very happy and am yet to encounter trouble. Don’t get me wrong there are young lads in burberry and tracksuits and the odd wingmirror gets broken but surely that happens anywhere that teenagers live? I enjoy taking my child in the pushchair, walking into havant and doing a bit of shopping. And just for the record i am not a chav myself – i have a clean criminal record, i pay tax, i have worked since i was sixteen. My child wears the odd tracksuit and i don’t shop in waitrose? sometimes you have to look a little deeper into where you live.
pricks like you mate should be in havant or leighpark ive lived here for 10 years and never had any problems, the only chavs i know of come from kent souds like you come from that way tosser!!!!!!!
You probably are some chavvy fat slag that lets your fat arse get nailed by 10 daves in some faceless town you ugly retard bitch.
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HAHAHAHA !! I love this article.. i could really picture the burberry ridde bastards getting their comupance. ( possibly spelt wrong )
I live in leigh park and am 13 years old (i moved here when i was 8). I agree that a lot of it is coverd with chavs but there are some parts that are normal and quiet . i live in one of those parts . All im trying to say is its not all bad and your making it sound worse than it is. at school people bully me for living there and call me a whore. No body knew i was from leigh park until i mentioned it once .its not like i act like a chav . im just normal. i hate all the stick i get for living there. so whos worse m for living there of them for bulling me
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You utter w**ker. Type in English, you freak!
Haha, my family comes from Havant, well my mums side of the family does, my dads side comes from Leigh Park. I cant remember the last time i was in havant town centre but i can remember the chavs that lurk on every corner.
Im sorry I dont speak spanish, could u repeat that?
jst cse it as chavs init dnt mean its a bas place dus it…y dnt yousss lot get ya heds outa ya arses or sumin n get a pyf lyk da rest of us pepz init
havant is not that bad 4 chavs like av been a cupla times wen av been in portsmouth or southampton fair enough over the years the chav population of down there has grown, bt belive me i am from newcastle n if ya think ur town is bad ya shud come up here!!!
Nobody hates you. It is just that you are weird attention-seekers.
i agree with u m8 and im a Hampshire Policeman! U do get a few gay chavs in havant area we started to notice