Llangollen is a wonderful town with stunning scenery and history, beautiful sights and some lovely people but it is badly let down by the growing chav culture. Some of the 15-40 year old chav yokels need shooting! Of course some of the 15-40 year olds are nice, genuine people, but these are hard to spot amongst the vast gathering of scum. The true scum is also a quandary as they give the impression initially that they are nice people, it’s not as easy to differentiate as it is in the cities. Be on your guard until you know for sure.
Favorite hang outs are the infamous D-bar, where there are at least 6 fights every weekend (and a sticky floor with a definite vomit aroma), outside the Spar shop or Town Hall, and The Bull Inn, Llan’s chav central. You could shoot coke into your eyeballs & go crazy with a machete in the Bull & you’d still be allowed back the next day, & able to join the pool tournament & carry out some Red Stripe at the end of the night. When the D-bar is closed the Sun or the Star are favored hang outs, then it’s always back to someone’s pad for getting stoned & watching cartoons. The chav girls fight daily over who nicked their Karaoke song or who looked at their chav boyfriends, who they never seem to be able to keep for longer than a couple of weeks. The chav boys fight over gay rumors, lager, drugs, and chav ex girlfriends. The chavs of Llan are slightly different to those in the rest of the country – they think they are hard but fist fighting outside the kebab house every Friday at midnight is their limit. Then there is the obligatory jumping on & squashing of the traffic island bollard outside the old Grapes, always hilarious. Llangollen is also a major drugs capital of North Wales. It’s permanently snowing. But you can see why they’re always smoking / snorting / popping something though – with a life that dull anyone would be driven to daily drugs. The police can’t handle the chavs at all and regularly let people just go on their merry way, whatever they may have done. They don’t have pimped up cars, designer clothes or flash gadgets but they spend their money on Red Stripe, Vodka Milkshake, puff & Charlie. Their favorite pastime is the rumor mill. They’ll say they hate it but with the same breath tell you how they heard that the bloke they just use for his Playstation, was caught being bummed by ‘the only gay in this villaaaage’ in the wine bar or how their ex girlfriend’s Dad is psycho & so-&-so’s pregnant. There’s a group of girls we’ll call the bitch brigade. They are all best friends one day, not speaking the next, best friends again the next. They have faces like slapped arses & arses like small countries. They are incredibly insecure & instantly hate any other female, they know that the blokes, who they treat like shit but are desperate to hold on to, can do much better than the sour faced psychotic slappers they are, so solve the problem by being even bigger bitches than usual, quite an amazing feat actually! You’d think that the majority of the chavs would live on Pengwern Estate, although there are a few classic examples there (one they call ‘The Mouth’ springs to mind – druggie, alchie, foul-mouthed, psychologically screwed up & so on & so forth) the main players live around the town, although it’s hard to keep track as they tend to argue so much with each other that they move around often. I would highly recommend visiting Llangollen for the Eisteddfod, the balloon festival, the scenery, the walks, the steam rail, the river, the canal, the Horseshoe pass, Dinas Bran etc, but when it comes to evening entertainment beyond a meal, forget it! It will ruin your wonderful memories of an otherwise beautiful place. Maybe a quick drink in the Wynnstay, but leave before the chav crowd gathers to get into, or go to the kebab house after, the D-bar.
redman 
I went to Llangollen a few years back for a boozy weekend in a mates static caravan. There is absolutely f**k all to do there. We ended up doing acid just because we were so bored. We went to the D bar and openly questioned about why we only wanted soft drinks (the acid you see). The place is the size of a shoebox and you could tell that everybody was wearing their best clothes (pastel shirts for the boys, next to nothing for the girls). The place kicked out at about midnight as well. It would have been funny had it not been so desperately sad.
Stokes your off your head mate.yes llangollen is dull and it is boring but i dont see where these chavs are coming from.The out of towners as you call them are the chavs.and no one liked the d-bar anyway it was a hole.CKTK
Ah the joys of LLangollen. Come here in the summer…its shit. Come in the Winter…its shitter.
Every form of fuck wit lives in LLangollen. From the Drug dealing Dregs that frequent the Ectarc and Bull in to the under aged Chav drinkers in the Star Inn.
If your a fan of Weed, get your kicks at the Bull, Dealers are usually there from 11am until closing, spending as much of their Giro before their slag of a whore wife gets hold of it……..or the CSA!!!
Local characters can be found in the Bull, and Smithfield (footie permitting)!!
As for the Chavs, check out the dick in the Star with his fake gold chain, what a sad fucker he is!! Complete with burburry twat cap, and jacket, stolen from wrexham Beast market.
LLangollen does have its good points, the 458 and A5 easy access routes to get the fuck away!
Current drugs available:
Soap Bar, skunk, smak, speed, charlie, all from the blacked teeth, dirty, unkempt hippies outside the ectarc (which is next to the Bull).
Thanks fuck i dont live in LLan, mind you could be worse, could be Chirk or Corwen, both of these town are within a 10 mile radius of LLangollen. During the summer, these pricks from Chirk and Corwen, come down from fucking sheep (and their mothers………and sisters…..and daughters……ect) to spend quality time kicking the shit out of LLaners.
However due to the tough regieme that is LLangollen, locals usuall kick the Chav bastards back to their respected towns.
Chirk for instance smells of chocolate (due to Cadbury factory). But that smell is to cover the shyte that infests Chirk. Full of pregnant 13 yr olds and mothers who are 15 yrs old.
One good thing about LLangollen, there are no niggers, so the crime rate is very low!!! Which is nice!!
Interesting… seems you got as far away from LLan as possible???
before issuing such damning statements as you have. Perhaps you should state your name too, that would be fair…
My name… Roland… find me when you return, the discussion should be quite chav *grins*.
Sounds like the average NORMAL town to me
always folk are as different as chalk and cheese, but the mix works somehow… and of course there are always those that are ’superior’ to the norm or just grumpy old gits, and complain about anything they dont understand or are not party to.
Get a life *grins* ………. it’s too short anyway to be miserable.