Not an obvious candidate for a top league chavtown York is nevertheless coming along nicely. Known here as scallies because the word chav to a York w**ker is unpronouncable.
The epicentre a.k.a breeding colonies for this particular species of parasite are Tang Hall, Bell Farm and Chapelfields just outside the main city in Acomb.
Although a university and tourist city the indigenous population of York is terminally inbred over many generations. Whole extended families have worked in indigenous industries for hundreds of years and the payrolls of companies such as Rowntrees reflect this where whole workforces have the same surname and a small variant of given names.
The arrival of chavdom in York gelled exceptionally well with this local tradition of parents being brothers/brothers and sisters or just sisters. Webbed feet and six toes abound.
The city centre focal point for the tribal gathering is the fountain in parliament square that has been smashed by chavvy w**ker skateboarders and had detergent poured into the waterjet on an almost daily basis.
The local chavs arn’t too much of a threat to the visiting public just now because they are too busy trying to kill each other becuase tang hall dosn’t like chapelfields or bell farm and so this particular Bermuda triangle of tribal warfare ensures that the highest number of casualties is amongst the male/female/child populations of these morons.
Chavvy boys in York have a field day with their re-cycled hatch-back shag wagons. York city centre is fully pedestrianised and there is no better amusment for chavvy lads to speed through crowds of shoppers and tourists revving their engines and leaving a trail of smashed up pushchairs, wheelchairs and walking frames wrapped around the mangled bodies of their respective users. Local plod just sits in the street cafes and watches.
Accent
Chav vocabulary mixed with a Yorkshire accent is so unintelligible I can’t even being to describe it. You just have to come here and hear it for yourself.
Transport
Being a cycling and walking city (alledgedly) chav transport in York isnt always the immediately obvious hatch back wally-trolly with blacked out windows. Mountain bikes are well to the fore. For street cred they have to be (a) nicked (b) rusted chains that grind and squeak (c) are never shifted out of the gear that they were in when they were nicked (d) be wildly too small for the teenage tit riding it . Chav mountain biking is lethal. Despite the provision of over 200km of cycling lanes and paths chavs love nothing better than to ride their bikes at full pelt on the pavement weaving in and out of crowds of people or the small medieval gates in the city walls hurling abuse at everyone and clipping peoples legs and heels with their wheels and pedals.
I suspect York isn’t the only city where the morning clean up involves more than needles/used johnnies/and discarded take aways. The amount of body parts, blood and mangled carcasses ensures that the local takeways have a ready supply of meat for their burgers and kebabs which of course the chavs readily consume in volume.
Music taste and attire much the same as everywhere else.
This then is Englands second most visited city. Come and see us and all our historic gear and if you get home without the track of a bald mountain bike tyre up your back consider yourself lucky.
Parts of York really ARE that bad – and worse! Google ‘Etty Avenue’ ‘Peter Hill Drive’ ‘Bell Farm ‘ ‘Chapelfields’, ‘Foxwood’, ‘Clifton’, ‘Dodsworth Avenue’, ‘Tang Hall’, ‘York Arc light’, ‘The Groves’, Micklegate run.
I’m sure there are more but you get my point.
This site is exactly what I need to check out chav areas before I move out of this inbred village mentality area.
Ive lived ear all me life like lad,and tu listen to some of the things you cheeky young devils say aboot Yorkshire make me so angry it do,so dam angry ya naughty dam devils.The fithy language that thow comes out with is enough to make a gynecologist blush by heavens it do like.I may not be a educated man and have worked down pit from age 9 till they closed pit down in thee 80s,but by heck Im no using dirty filthey words like you do on ere my lad.What with young ladies dressed to the nines showing all their whatnots and falling doon drunk in public like little husses makes me fill so ashamed,some have no nickers on to.the lads arent much better,vomiting and peeing in doorways,and fighting like it realy makes me so angry like ay?Makes me want to put paper bag on thine head when I goo out,so nobody knows who I am,so they dont know its me like ay?sometimes I dont know who I am to.
As a regular visitor to Acomb, York, I at first found the place to be nice enough to live in, however, after my 3rd trip in as many weeks it began to show its seedy underbelly in the shape of two smelly, tracksuit wearing chav wankers telling an old woman to “f**k off ya daft old cow”, I was totally shocked that these two parasites whos quarrel was to do with them not having manners to let the woman off the bus first!! Most of Acomb is, in its own right, okay, places like Danebury Drive, Chapelfields, Woodlea Avenue etc are completely OVER-RUN by the tracksuit, tattooed, inbred fuckwits that cycle around looking for things to steal. Every single person i know in Acomb has either been the victim (Multiple victim) of crime by these little cunts. The police sit in the MacDonalds through the night drinking FREE coffee, they are inept and totally useless. I totally agree with the person running this site, it is a f**king hole and is being over-run by social parasites and for anyone to come on here and deny there are skanky chavs in and around Acomb well they need to do what they advise others to do and get out and look for themselves!!
lol , u make it sound lot worse than it is ya kno , nd tbf i live in tnaghall and have done most ov my life , but also lived in clifton nd acomb , i aint had no trouble in any of the areas , nd as for twn lol , it aint like that at all , u dnt get chav`s knockin ppl outta the way….. you appear to be a sad individual who has nothing better to do except sit and pick faults with places , suppose it gives you summat to do tho eh lol
What an absolute tosser you really are.
You’re an idiot who sounds scared of going outside.
I’m sorry, but York is really not that bad!
Yeah there are a few chavvy neighbourhoods but by the sounds of it the person who wrote this has never actually lived in York. There are hardly ever any chavs walking around in town, and
“York city centre is fully pedestrianised and there is no better amusment for chavvy lads to speed through crowds of shoppers and tourists revving their engines and leaving a trail of smashed up pushchairs, wheelchairs and walking frames wrapped around the mangled bodies of their respective users. Local plod just sits in the street cafes and watches.”
Those ‘Chavvy lads speeding through crowds of shoppers’ simply don’t exist! I really don’t know where you’ve been visiting (probably Leeds) but the only cars that really drive through during the day are disabled drivers who are ALLOWED to park in the city centre!
This actually infuriates me, not because you’re offending me by writing bad things about York, but you simply don’t know anything about the city!
Actually, I spent several days in York last year and the only place I saw chavs being obnoxious was outside the train station. Unfortunately, I had a brief encounter with one of them.
I was waiting in the sun for my train and two chavs were entertaining their comrades with how “we almost got to fightin’ “. Some drivel no doubt about them shaking down a 12 year old for Stella money and the little tyke putting up some resistance. One of the onlookers noticed me watching and decided he didn’t like the colour of my eyes or something, so he strutted over and started with the “Wah chew lookin’ at, *****?” I didn’t respond, and this seemed to irk him. He made the mistake of grabbing my shoulder in what otherwise might have appeared a chummy manner had he not squeezed to make his point. I asked him firmly to remove his hand. He failed to do so promptly enough for my liking, and I could see and smell that he’d been drinking (it was mid-morning).
I’ve no interest in fighting, but I’ve learned some basic self-defence moves that few people would recognise as being effective deterrents. I assure you they are, as was shown on this occasion. While my friend the chav gripped my shoulder, I gripped his hand and rotated his wrist for him in a move called a “wrist lock”. If done quickly and correctly, a woman of average size can reduce a full-size chav to a whimpering baby in less than 2 seconds using this manoeuver. My new friend decided he really didn’t want to bother me any longer, but as he had dropped to his knees, attracting the interest of his friends, I felt it imprudent to immediately release him. Seeing his colleagues heading in our direction, I ordered him to advise them to stay away. He was very convincing in his pleas to his chums, as they stopped in their tracks.
I warned them that if they remained in the vicinity they’d get the same treatment, if not worse. I gave the chav’s hand a sidewise turn that was probably uncalled for, eliciting a howl. I released him, picked up my bag, and hurried into the train station in search of a police officer. I was shaking, I admit, but it was at the same time a most pleasing result, especially as I had never needed to use self defence before and was gratified to see how well it worked.
Well that is a load of rubbish. York has chav’s but so does every where else.
i live there, have done all my life.
Go back to your knitting and get a life.
Oh my god!
My estimation was correct. The people on this site are so deluded that you actually think York is a chav haven.
And even mocking the Yorkshire accent!
Oh my god!!
I was born in Cornlands Road!!!
My parents finally had enough and moved (after i had left home) when someone was stabbed at the bus stop!
I had to wait at that particular bus stop to get to school everyday – i went to the catholic school in town – it added a real excitement to the day when every morning in my “posh” (liberal interpratation!) uniform i had to avoid the missiles and abuse being thrown at me by the scrotes at Oaklands Comp (prime chav training institution!)
I live in South Wales now – the Fatherland of the Chav I am sure – not much of a progression really!
I have lived in York for most of my life,Darlington being the other place and unfortunatley the rise of the chav is far too obvious. The above report is fairly accurate…..I once watched a mini chav wave his skateboard in front of a tourist in Stonegate in order to spoil his video of this otherwise still attractive city. What can we do to stem the rise of infestation????
York aint that infested to be honest. Most seem to have dissapeared. plus u missed out Kingsway, thats chav central!