Loxton Drive had to be one of the biggest two-faced estates ever created. Full of alright people from numbers 32-39, the scum that filled this sh*t from numbers 20-31 and 40-51 beggared belief. Ford Fiesta cars parked in the car park for 2 years without being moved, simply highlighted the disdain of which the council viewed this little oasis of faeces. Like any other council estate (funnily enough, the majority of the houses in 2003 were private!) there had to be the customary sofa and kitchen set outside in the middle of the car park. Oh how the little shitbags loved to play in the freezers that were there for months. I myself used to be well involved in the delightful games of ‘pelt the car with walnuts’. That was so much fun. Ah, bliss. But then I realised when I was 13, that it’s time to move on. But not the real Loxton Drivers. No no.
The real Loxton Drivers are the people that ensure the estate stayed in the deep f**king sink it should be in now. I’m not sure, as I haven’t been back for 5 years. But Loxton Drive was special. Special in so many reasons that people now aged between 16 and 26 who lived on the estate in the late 1990s, I am sure have records. They’re probably there now training the younger generation up on how to deal drugs, get arrested 16 times before their 16th birthday and how to shag around the estate whilst catching as many STDs as possible.
I could name names. But I can’t. How overly personal that would be. Mind you, if the people that this was relevant for really did find this article, one would be flabbergasted at how such shit can access the internet. Funny how the poorest families always have enough for ridiculous luxuries. Can’t say I had an overly privileged background. But I did go to school. That’s the difference.
And here we are. The end. But if any of you ChavTown explorers wish to pioneer a cuddle-mission into this shit hole, then look no further than the glorious Number 5 bus. It is truly a reason to end all forms of public transport. First, I salute you for continuing to run the service. But not for hiking the prices on the Bristol-Bath train, which thank god I no longer have to get.
Goodbye Loxton Drive. I know it’s a few years late, but I am f**king glad you’re gone.
I’ve got friends in loxton drive, and i fuckin love it there! its a complete and utter shit hole, tho whole part stinks of marijuana, people frying up litres of ketamine, f**k it i love it
posh cunts moanin
Whilst Twerton is probably the worst area of Bath, except maybe Snow Hill and parts of Weston (although Twerton is a much bigger area than the others), It is not too bad compared to almost anywhere else in the country! The council should simply invest most of the money in Twerton as it would benefit the area a lot, where as the rest of Bath really does not need so much investment!
ONE WORD…………………. A RIGHT SHIT HOLE OF A PLACE!!!
TALK ABOUT A RUN DOWN… IT MAKES BATH A BAD NAME.
SHOULD BE PULLED DOWN AND SEND ALL THE SHIT HEADS TO SOUTHMEAD.
Nowhere in Bath is that bad. Compared to the rest of Bath Twerton isn’t so great, but compared to, say, any other place in the country, it’s fine.
I lived in Twerton for only 1 year. Woodhouse Rd off Newton Road to be exact, right next to the chavtastic Redland Park.
What a dump. Some of the people around that area are absolute scum. And the people on the #5 bus – oh my god. Getting that bus was like being in a scene from 28 Days Later!
Highlight of the week for the local chavs and chavettes seemed to be to hang out on the corner outside Blockbuster on Twerton High Street and shout abuse at passers-by! In-between buying “10 lamburt butla, bottla Stellaaar, an a namber for scrashcard me luver!” in the Spar shop (or Nice or whatever it’s called now!)
soppy c**t get over yourself :/
2nd Round of the FA cup!
come on city boys…!
You sound like an uneducated arse. You are obviously from Twerton, but thinking yourself above it. You’re not mate. Probably ppl like you in the estate, thinking they are worth so much more. You have to start from somewhere. Why are you any better. Obviously you’re parents then, were not hard enough workers, letting you grow up in such a vulgar estate? Lazy arse twerton parents hey. I bet you’re no better.