As the signs say as you enter “Queen of the Moorlands”
As those in the know say as they enter “Lock you windows and don’t make eye contact, you know i love you very much don’t you”
Leek is in the unfortunate situation of not only being a typical chav breeding ground, but a total s**t hole as well.
As you wander the dog s**t covered streets, dodging the festering blood and vomit from the previous nights chavtivity its hard to believe anyone would voluntarily live in such a place. It must be the only place in the world where they have an abundance of people wishing to take the high paid danger jobs in Iraq. (mine sweeping and the like)
Those who don’t seek such jobs spend their days on the checkout at Aldi or working in the delightful Kerrigold cheese factory. The most ambition ever seen in the town made the front page of the Leek Post and Times when one 15 year old mother of 17 made a passing comment about maybee working on the deli counter at Morrisons one day.
The chavs in Leek are extreme examples to say the least, yet rather scarily Leek has yet to get its own Mc Donalds (Even they aren’t that stupid) With no maccas the hang out for the chav population seems to be other peoples cars as they joy ride around the hills before having a lovely BBQ. You may jest but in the last 18 or so months there have been at least 3 cars a week taken and burned out by a group of teenagers that the police say ‘they know’ but have yet to catch in the act or get any evidence against. All i can say is how?
When the chavs are not TWOCing cars they are beating old ladies nearly to death or hiding from the growing number of town vigilantes taking it upon themselves (rather understandably) to do the police’s job for them.
It is however the night when the chavs really come alive because though Leek doesn’t have much, one thing it does have is an abundance of pubs. Leek has around 50 pubs which for a total population of 20 000 is a hell of a lot, in fact it has one pub for every 400 residents including the underage ones (underage being about 9 in Leek), but i suppose when there is nothing to do but drown your sorrows and try to forget what a sewer you live in, the out of town brewerys are bound to try and capitalise.
Early on the teenage mothers bring out their faux gold wearing, foul mouthed little rugrats to get them tanked up on WKD so they will go to sleep and can be taken and left at home alone while mummy goes out to spread the clap. The early bird chavs take it upon themselves to teach these toddlers to tell passers by to “go and finger f**k themselves” comedy that has even their ‘mum’ in fits of laughter. After dropping the kids off mum returns to get as pissed as is humanly possible before luring in this months ‘dad’ who she can use to look after the kids when she is too hung over to get out of bed.
As the night progresses the fighting swearing and vandalism rises with the police flapping about only serving to make the problem worse until an innocent passer by, robbed of his shoes, wallet, phone and dignity utters an obscenity when dispondantly describing his current situation aimed at no one but himself and is promptly arrested for breach of the peace.
10:50pm it is time for the police to have a tea break whilst the pubs kick out and the streets kick off. Hair, nails, baseball caps and kebabs fly to a back drop of the crazy frog ring tone as everyone rings around their mates to allert them to the current action.
Then it is off home via the graveyard to smash up some headstones or to the local nightclub Metropolis or ‘Trops’ as it is better known for more fun.
On entering Metropolis some 13 year old girl is being gang f**ked over a table by a chav procession each using his baseball cap to cover his expectant woody. Her mum stands by tearfully happy that her daughter is now becoming a woman.
And so the swearing and brawling continue till closing time when the streets errupt again. The police sleep soundly in their beds as a riot ensues. What cars haven’t been moved to an out of town refuge are subjected to scratching, smashing, clambering over, pissing on and a good old bit of sex before if they are lucky, torched.
As the chavs dissapate the residents sit huddled in bed whilst their armoured shutters are rattled, spray painted and pissed against and chav ‘men’ try to get their dick through their boarded up letter boxes.
Finally it is over by about 6am. 7am the first of the town folk slip out of houses to survey the damage, not that they intend to fix it as it will all happen again tomorrow. Lovely.
mofo we dont need no nice peoples, we got our mates init. dont be a knob right, everyone here is family. Literally. we dont have iceland, dips**t
Leeks seems nice to me
Is this fake?
Whoever wrote this is a sad ass twat and needs to open their eyes a little more. Leek is a lovely little place, yes it does have s**tty parts, so does every other town or city. There’s no need for this post whatsoever.
its a s**te place aint it?f**k me what a s**t hole and what a s**ty load of scummy poor people dressed in rags and Oxfam clothes.We came to look at some English history and all we saw was Iceland shops and poor people dressed in rags,we only stayed for 15 minutes and f**ked off becouse we were mobbed bt beggers and other scum,YUK dont go there.
Bumming about pays better thow lad dont it?Ive lived here all me life and I couldnt find a job so I took up being bummmed.Once youve been bummed once it dont hurt after that,dont even need no margerine.
there just aint nuffin to do here,nuffin I tell ya,its boring,nobody I nos got a job like,there aint none,Ive basicaly just given up,theres no future here.I spend all my time just lying on my bed playing with myself,just playing with me willy,theres nothing else to do,its just so depressing,everyday is the same here.I had to sell my Xbox to Cash Converters to get money for food,now Ive nuffin to do but play with myself,rub rub rub,rub myself raw I do,all day,with nuffin to do,no hope,no future,but rub rub rub………..rub rub rub………rub rub rub rub.
Its a discrace the way people seem to think its funny to run poor folks down so,Leek people have lots to offer,were a fine close community of simple god fearing folk,proud to be apart of this green and pleasant land.Many a Leek folk fought hard in both world wars,like Albert Tacawelbey,a local illerate farm hand,born 1889,to Doris and Curly Tacawelbey.Albert held off over 128 Germans in the first world war on his own.He did this so his mates, all 17 of them could escape to safety.When Albert ran out of bullets,he through rocks at the Germans,then fought them hand to hand,till he was overpowered,taken back to German lines,tortured horribly,then hanged with piano wire,a slow painfull death,all so his friends could escape and make it home,and the worse part was none of his friends bothered to tell Albert the war was due to finish that afternoon.They just got to the pub and laughed about him,the bastards.So dont say Leek and its simple folk are wrongens,Im sure if there was another war,there would be many iliterate Leek folk(like me for instance)that would step up to the plate,and do what Albert did,give his life for others,so they could live another day.Many a time when Im feeling blue,I just have to look out of my window at the simple folk of Leek,as they shuffle about, in their raggardy but clean clothes,going about there buissness,proud simple folk,proud,poor simple folk.I take one look at them from my window,and I say to myself,what have I got to be glum about,look at these poor sad people in need of charity.Leek people,my people,Alberts people.
Its f**kin s**te ere innit,thats wot it is,f**kin s**te,wiv nuffin to f**kin do thats the f**kin problem its this f**kin s**t hole.Im 15 and there aint f**k all in this s**tty f**king ghost town of a dog turd of a f**kin place,and there never f**kin will be neither.f**king camping in the woods you peado,place is full of peados,peados and old piss heads telling us how good it all once was the stupid c**ts,well take a look around you peados,it aint f**king good no more,so stop telling us it is,ITS s**t,do you hear me its a s**tE HOLE.Proberly always was a s**te hole as well,I mean look at the stupid f**king name,LEEK,Im imbarressed to tell anyone I live here,f**king Leek,populated by vegatables,should have called in Dullsville,or Turd town,or Idiotsville.I had my finger nearly in a girls nickers I met at Reading festival till she found out I came from Leek,”f**king Leek she said where all the peados are from?f**k off you peado loser” she said.And I dont blame her,f**king Leek full of old c**ts always pissed in the pub,who think they no it all,big piss stains all around their only pair of trousers,f**king peados.Now some peado called Jimmy the hose wants to take advantage of us unemployed youngsters and spank and bum us all,dirty f**king c**t,bet I know why they call him the hose to,proberly wants to piss all over us,like the local bobby did to my brother,proberly a relative of his,dirty f**king peado bastards.Ill be glad when Im old enough to join the f**king army,get out of this s**tE HOLE once and for all.Only time Id ever come back to this dump is in a tank and blow everything to f**king bit,f**king peado c**ts.
Im highly offend by this site and theses unfriendly and down right offencive articles on Leek and us fine Leek people.But I wont rise to such comments offencive as they are Im a church going man,who lives alone and who is married to God.We arent all “weirdos and freaks” living hear by heaven were not,and you have no right to say so.One thing the people of Leek should do is bring back the village stocks,put a few of these young Leek herberts with their jibberdy gook talk,and a hopping up and down in baggy long johns into them,throw a few eggs and tomatos at them the young scallewags.By golly In my day if you was a wild horse you was soon tamed I can tell you,you were taken into a room,bent over a teachers or priests lap,whence he would pull your trousers and pants down and spank your bottom till it was raw.Even I had my bottom spanked onece,never did me no harm,and many a young bottom I have also given a dam good spanking to with a wooden paddle.Its through lack of spanking young boys bottoms thats caused all the problems we have to day in Leek.Nobody seems interested in Leek anymore in folk dancing,thats another problem,if more teenagers folk danced in the Leek shopping centre,instead of playing computer games,the place would get back to how it once was.Think how proud we all could be,watching our teenagers dancing around the may pole on a Saturday morning,showing all their friends,”look at me Im a folk dancer,listen to my ankle bells a jingle jingle whoopee what fun”Yes it could be done,they could be someone if they tried,only takes a bit of get up and go.The churches of Leek could do with a new input of young blood to,there emtey except for me and a few dozen other old people.Id jump at the chance of getting a few youngsters to go camping in the woods,get them out in the fresh air,get them back to nature,a bit of singing hymns around a camp fire whilst toasting our nuts,then off to bed,all cosy together,cowboy style,everyone naked.Nothing wrong with the pubs either,long as one doesnt have to much,got to no your limits,thats what you need,stick to a small cherry or a refreshing shandy or two thats my advice,dont over do it.
i moved to leek about four years ago cos the misses is a local girl and my god what a s**t hole, dogs**t every where and empty buildings , charity shops and s**tty tea rooms. pubs full of strange looking oddballs with webbed feet drinking warm ale.not seen any chavs though.
I’ve lived in leek all my life, i’ve never had a problem. I take my hat off to them working in aldi aleast they got job not bumming about. Everywhere’s got problem areas
I like it coming from a chav myself
The single most inaccurate account of the town I grew up in I could pissibly imagine to find. It raises about 2 actual events that have happened during the last 10 years and if they can only dig up 2 facts about the town in that span of time then that says a lot doesn’t it. It might not be the ritz here in Leek but it’s certainly nothing like what this self indulgent IDIOT has summerised. I’d suggest they probably lived in the pits of the council estate, engaging in all the profanities they seem to have made up and just assumed that, like them, the rest if the town had the same attitude. GROW UP.
Grew up there, got a good education, got out and am never moving back. It is amazingly chavvy (I looked at my old school photo the other day and 50% of the people on there were parents or in prison by the time I’d graduated at 21!) but the bits about dog mess/puke etc are completely inaccurate. The town centre always seems well kept. Also, how could the author get through the whole thing without mentioning the pants wettingly terrifying experience that is Leek bus station?! Never mind that a vistor arriving by bus is greeted with the overwhelming smell of urine, after dark it’s like Beruit!
Sounds about right
This is a whole load of s**t, it is over hyped and written by a cold hearted , lonely miser that is probably one of those people i’d describe as a sad act , suffering issues related to trauma as a child and still in the scouts!
dont see what the problem is