Worksop, it’s a real charmer of a Chav Town.  The youth of this town of this place almost make one contemplate suicide as a means of avoiding contact with this East Midlands variety of low-life.  Car theft, shop-lifting, endemic violence, fear of working for a living are the attributes of this god forsaken place.  How on earth I managed to end up here I’m still trying to fathom.  The chavs here will eventually into walrus shaped creatures sitting on mobility scooters queing for their state benefit handouts, smoking, consuming as much lard as their bodies can stand and generally being a pointless grease spot on the face of mankind.  Oh come ye bombs and rain down on Woeksop.