Pitsmoor is the major league slum of Sheffield, where chavs breed like frog spawn in their back to back terraces and concrete blocks. But Pitsmoor is not inhabited the white trash you see in ‘da Moor’ or ‘Medahall,’ but by the ****s and ******s who’ve adopted the Patwa language of their ‘brovas’ in London.
Just driving through this chav ridden hole makes me wince. I look out of the window and I’ve got a grease monkey chavster in my face. There’s lots of muslim muvas in their shty muslim clothes, tellin their kids that “noyecan’avadogcozit’llbitethi,anit ain’thalal,innit?”
I thought Sittingbourne in Kent was bad enough, but this fleapit, this God-forsaken hole in Sheffield really takes the biscuit. You can smell chav scent all over (their piss) and when one passes you, you get a massive whiff of that stuff they drink, what is it? Oh yes, Nourishment. Foul. Where chavs live, especially migrants ones, they sure as hell breed. God, they’re like woodlice or flies (especially coz they like to wallow in their own filth). They’re too poor even for fake Burberry, so they settle with fake Le Coq Sportif, or Nike wih a backwards tick. Bloody chavs.