Having frequented many of the finest Chav hotspots in the West Midlands i’m sure there can nowhere in the country that comes close to the level of Chavness the West Midlands has to offer.
In the East of the region there is a city so chavy the name was devised fully expecting an impending influx of scum. This can be no other inbred hellhole than Chaventry. In the 2 years I spent in this deprived shit box I never once spotted anyone under the age of 18 without a Burberry cap and NBA basketball vest. The ring-road road signs contain an A-Z of chav towns while constantly directing you around the road to hell. Leaving this place is near impossible, a reason why the locals manage to have no idea of any life outside the dump. The highest concentration of chav’s in the known universe can be found in the Skydome area, a venue so densly populated with white cider drinking louts and lambrini drinking chavette’s it should be an NHS walk-in unit. But the existence of the only saving grace in this cesspit – The National Motor Museum – the only collection of cars within 20miles that isn’t purely Citroen Saxo’s and Corsa’s saves this from being no.1 on the West Midlands chav list.
A town fast rising up the on the chavdar is Stourbridge. Once the envy of Dudley, Halesowen and Black Country residents this place is now the weekend haunt of anyone with £1.60 for the bus fare but not the £3 trainfare into Birmingham. Exclusive venues like the Lloyds No1, Que Pasa and the jewel in the crown Chicago’s will be more than willing to take extortionate amounts of money off you in exchange for lager or plutonium coloured alcopop’s. But beware, anyone not drinking Stella will be immediately glassed by some footballer’s jumper wearing try-hard and then kicked around the floor via his Rockport’s for being ‘a gayer’. Even Paris Hilton couldn’t enjoy a night here.
Broad Street, Birmingham is THE place for chavs to visit for a night out. A small nuclear device on a Saturday night encompassing Lloyd’s N01 (officially the chavest bar in the city) Walkabout (kid chav heaven) Reflex (single mom central) and The Riza, is the only hope for this one great area. Bringing the creme-de-la-creme of chavs together from as far afield as Northfield, Longbridge, Yardley Wood, Erdington and Stechford (all worthy of an individual paragraph) this is truly the hotspot for the scum of Birmingham. Chav’s on the prowl hanging out car windows as they crawl up the road; chav’s in jumpers and white trainers throwing up copious amounts of Magners at 3am; chav’s fighting with bouncers, police and taxi wardens; chav’s spilling burrito down their Henleys t-shirt; chav’s arguing with their beer fueled mates; chavette’s passed out on the pavement with their lady garden’s on show; chav’s only coming out after getting completely slaughtered at home on QC Sherry; chav’s racially abusing taxi drivers, yes, Broad Street has it all! Come along and see for yourself, or maybe not.
Dudley – The land that time forgot. This place contains the worst 2 tourist attractions in the country, more chav villages than Liverpool (been there too, its woeful) and an out of town shopping centre that broke the mould for cruising levels and fast food venues. The castle – completed in 1530 is one of the more modern buildings in the town and had the unfortunate position of overlooking the entire centre. The Wren’s Nest estate or the Renner, Pensnett, Gornal, Netherton, Brockmoor and Tividale are particular lowlights and should be avoided on foot at all costs. The chav-ratio in these areas is unbelievably high and they can generally be found loitering around the local corner shop or chaving it up on a mini motorbike on the local park. Unfortunately the adult population of Dudley doesn’t help the situation, the Love and Hate knuckled single mothers build up their kids expectations so high by showing them the unachievable delights of Poundland and promising them a day out at the Zoo their only option is a life of fake designer chavwear, Blue WKD and crime. If you do end up in Dudley and want to escape the hum drum life of the chavpit, unlucky, it’s impossible. This is surely the chav capital of the West Midlands, which is in turn the Chav capital of the UK.
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I’ve lived here all my life and not once have i been able to walk down the street without hearing abuse shouted at me from behind.
I went to the ‘school by Russells Hall Hospital’ and i have to say that less than 50% of the people there are decent enough to talk to.
I personally have nothing against the buisnesses springing up everywhere around here. its just the kind of people you get around here. the type of people who let their kids out until the early morning, people who hang outside the shops just waiting for someone to have argument with, etc.
eff you!!!!!
But its our home town! <3
I lived in the shithole of Netherton for 18 years of my life. I attended two schools which I was bullied in for a total of about 8 years. My house’s windows were bricked on more than 5 occasions and I’m pretty sure I’ve received more threats of violence than Saddam Hussein, Osama Bin Laden and Muammar Ghadaffi threw at America and Britain.
The chances of anybody (bar a few exceptions, such as myself and a group of my old King Ed’s friends) actually escaping the Dudley area with more than 2 GCSE’s higher than a C is ridiculously small. Albeit Mo Brennan came along and turned Hillcrest around to an extent, but as soon as she left everything went to shit again and I was glad to be out of there. Alas, the collective intelligence quota of anybody living around the Buffery, the canal or in the centre of Netherton seems to be no higher than 2. (And that might be an over-estimation.) In a town where you will be verbally abused for practically anything, racially attacked by almost all ethnicities and threatened to be stabbed or have a small child threaten ‘to tell their big brother who’s been in prison for the past 5 years on you’, you can at least find some solace in knowing that most of these little crackhead fucktards are either too afraid of you (hence why they move in groups of 5 or 6) to do anything but shout at you or, if they get cocky and try and start a fight with you, their physical and technical proficiency in hand-to-hand combat is so poor that you could knock the little buggers on their arses before they know what 2+2 equals.
That’s so weird, I was born and raised in Dudley, lived there for 18 years and I am not a chav. The person who wrote about the bullying at the school they went to near the hospital (holly hall school) must have been a rare incident because I was never ever once bullied. Before anyone suggests it, I was not a ‘popular’ kid, the ones who were sporty and good looking- yet still never got bullied. The same goes for the estate I grew up on, Russell’s Hall Estate. Not once was I threatened, attacked or abused in any way, everyone was friendly.
Now, places like pensnett I do have to agree with, I never felt safe walking around there, but I don’t think I ever encountered trouble.
Of course you see chav’s in Dudley, you see them everywhere these days, especially when I lived in Colchester (but that’s a whole different story) what i’m saying is, I never experienced the bad things that other people have, there’s always more sides to these things.
I lived in Dudley for 19 years of my life. Anyone who isn’t a chav is on the brink. In the time I lived in Dudley I had 4 years of misery at the local secondary school where I had stones thrown at my face and constant threats for everything I said and did. Even when I moved to college I got mugged by a group of thugs on the way home and once had a replica gun pointed in my face for no apparent reason by someone driving past in a car. This is by the way one of the medium-mild stories out there. Oh and did I mention my school was located next to Russell’s Hall Hospital which has a psych insitution built next to it for all the mentally ill to stagger towards the outlying no-man’s land. On the way home one day I noticed a woman had climbed to the top of one of the pylons, she then electricuted herself and fell hundreds of metres. All this whilst children, parents and the whole dual bypass look on in horror.
Case in point: I escaped for a reason so if you’re going to visit Dudley just go for the tourist attractions like “The Black Country Living Museum”. That side of Dudley isn’t bad and my ancestors were actually very interesting even down to our dialect and they did great things for the rest of the country.
What a pity eh? That the place fell so far to the point where I loathe returning sometimes.
moted: spot on mate!
grew up in spon end coventry; got steadily worse over the nineties into the noughties. full of evil violent scum, allowed to behave with impunity thanks to the cowardly justice system of england. glad to be out of it.
West Midlands just has to be the most filthiest, dirt ridden shit hole in living history. Tipton – MG this place is just so darn stuck up its own backside. Venture into OWEN STREET at night and see what I mean. I have never lived with such vile downright inbred morons as this place has to offer. 60% of the people are seriously screwed in the head – God forbid it if you want to better yourself – That’s considered completely Alien and “should not be allowed” is the order of mentality.
Nothings and I mean nothing ever changes about this place. Its revels in its own stupidity and its client-ell are nothing short of arrogant lunatics. Remember the West Midlands was the sweat sh1thole of the industrial revolution wear the only consoling fact of history is that this was wear the chains for toilets were made – when you take a dump and pull it to flush down the pan.
Tipton, Tividale, Dudley, Wrens nest, Great Bridge, The list goes on and on. Grab a diary and write down the amount of times you see a chav when you leave your house and have to endure chavish morons. I guarantee you know that you will fill it up within a week. Its like the whole place is the LAND THAT TIME FORGOT and caveman mentality runs rampant. Nothing ever uplifting happens hear, Its the same crap day in day out, The chav kids are brought up to hate society and take take take and give absolutely nothing back in the belief that its somebody’s elses fault why there own life’s are worthless.
Owen street is the kind of place Hitler would have loved. Its full of evil little superstar baztards whose only purpose in life is to cause people misery. Hanging outside the chip shop which makes the best chips in the area, they plaig the staff and people just buying food. How sad and pathetic, then there off down the canal for a “shag” and a “punch up” considering this to be the root and b end all of life’s existense. I mean what’s so patriotic about the place? Tell me one good point – THERE AREN’T ANY
TIPTON SHOULD BE MADE INTO A BLACK HOLE AND SWALLOWED UP – all the good things that used to exist have vanished – The weather is crap, The area is filled with rubbish, The food is crap, The roads are jammed solid all the time, The chavs think they own the place, Heck even the birds choose to shit some wear else. If you end up in this god forsaken place do yourself a favour and convince yourself its a dream and that you will wake up soon. Dont ever live hear because it will be the worst mistake of your life..
spot on mate.
This website is offensive and I imagine only entertaining to the author(s). What a waste of webspace.
Hmm, it seems to get a decent amount of traffic. I should imagine it’s probably offensive to certain politicians and their associates in the corporate world. To me, it’s a brutally honest rendition of what life is really like in this, our purported ‘Green and Pleasant Land’. I don’t find that much, if anything, offensive about it at all. This is one of the last bastions of free speach, and if you don’t agree with something you can say so. Nobody is stopping you. Just out of interest, how are you deeply offended by it’s content? Would you rather everything be chocolate-coated, and wrapped up in cotton wool like some Obama election campaign? Screw that I say
No offense intended.
With all due respect: please learn how to use apostrophes; your usage, especially in paragraph one, is diabolical. The irony is almost…chavtastic.
What a f**king idiot. I live in Stourbridge and it’s actually a pretty nice, fairly middle-class kind of place, bar a couple of poor areas, and while the Tory council have destroyed Stourbridge town centre for nights out by allowing loads of horrible corporate bars to open, overall it’s far less of a shithole than a lot of other places i’ve lived. And those bars, if you take a closer look, aren’t full of chavs at all, but mostly twats in Ben Sherman shirts who have office jobs.