from the moment you enter this diseased hell hole you can smell the social waste of time,first stop is market walk a ridiculous sort of shopping centre but with no shops,chavettes complete with squawking sprog and silk cut block your way,negotiate that and you`re on to chapel st,home of the shoplifting chav,he`ll most probably be hanging around in lee`s games a fungus ridden unit that sells out of date playstation games,often with the call of (i`ll ****** ave you)his fellow chavs will descend like a flock of vultures and start the same chant over and over again
night time is heaven to the dedicated chav spotter,they all congregate in harrys bar which has`n t been decorated in it`s entire history and dates back to the early seventies,after swigging the cheap lager,it`s tradition to threaten the bouncer on the way out a favourite threat is (our kid is going to **** you after)the more randy chav will head for applejax which is without doubt the s**ttest nightclub anywhere in britain(probably the world),if you`re unlucky enough to find yourself there avoid all the tattoed birds at the bar as they`ve got a fantastic line in head butting,fighting chavs will also be in attendance,looking for their nemesis the wigan chavs or even worse the bolton crew(more often than not it breaks down completely)bottles of budweiser and chairs go flying and ben sherman shirts get bloodied as well as the immortal chavette call(he`s not worth it gary,phil,mac etc etc)