Right then, where to begin. By being neatly situated in the arse end of nowhere so we get the scum from the outlying villages rolling in (Stoke, Martock, Tintinhull, im looking at you all) and by being a town where all there is to do is grow old and by cheap cider, its a perfect place for scum to flourish. Its hard to put your finger on exactly whats wrong with Yeovil, but its fair to say its all gone to shit, just glancing at the local papers “Man beaten with own crutch” “11 year old glassed in the face,” it just makes you morbidly depressed when you open the curtains and realise you still live in Yeovil. Ive been called a filthy c**t and had eggs thrown at me just for trying to walk past a group of them, weird thing is that no-one is surprised by it any more. I found three of them near paralytic at the bus station just after midday, its a classy place, but this has been an issue for so long that its just accepted as “the yeovil way.” Its a problem that doesnt look like being solved anytime soon either, over christmas there was a police drive to stop large gangs of them forming over the St Johns side of town, and all things considered it was a resounding success, but the drive was stopped midway through January, and now im “proud” to say that the problems back. Its not as if there are problems relatively confined to one place, it seems to be all over the town, Westfield, Abbey Manor, College Green, Goldcroft, West Hendford, Chelston Avenue, Southville, Hendford, Cavalier Way not forgetting to mention all of the town centre (notably the beach) and every single park and patch of green in this god forsaken hell hole. Quite a reasonable plan is to wait for Sportsworld to reach its busiest, lock the doors, let them fight it out then call it natural selection. The Yeovil gene pool needs a little chlorine.
Well, I was born in Shepton Mallet and moved many times as a child, to my dismay! But I moved to Goldcroft when I was but 16 got work and though I stayed to myself I had no issues, the most that would wake me up at night was the noise of high heeled girls walking past to and from the clubs. I lived there 3 years no issues, moved to Bournemouth another 3 years…. Eventually I just moved back here, overall about a total of 9 years, maybe a little more! I have seen the highs and lows, I even fell victim to benefits due to loosing my job to poor money handling management! Oh joys! So living in the rough areas, the cheap places I got to see the inside of the real issue “a tad”, now I’ve always been a rather reclusive being, keep myself to myself, head down, dreams high sort of thing! The trouble is with the cheap areas the parenting is practically non-existent, everyone is too proud and ignorant of their teachings to their own kids (i.e, I’ll beat the hell out of you if you don’t do exactly as I say, in other words puppet masters!), only difference to regular society is that “chavs” seem to be very proud and happy to do it in public to the world where as regular society hides behind a secret curtain to do it! There is violence everywhere, I see it daily, try to do what I can, and I do feel like one being vs the world at times but I know I am not alone and situations I have witnessed and intervened in have spurred others to join in the defense. Basically it takes a “hero” to create more “heroes”, we all just hide too much from reality, kids are mostly beaten or mollycoddled rather than taught, trained, coached or educated, anger begets anger etc, so kids grow to what they know: hatred and violence. We are only human, no-one gets through life alone, drop the pride and stubbornidity, no-one knows everything, when you have a baby you don’t know whats best for the baby, no beam of light shines down gifting you the knowledge of the world. Everything needs effort and time, and that will never be achieved via threats or shame. “Do and others will follow”, “lead by example”. And any area can become a personal piece of heaven! Being “good” is harder than being bad sure, but thats the point, you make the effort and you get to know what real pride is, you become appreciated by others trying to make the effort, its a support group, a real family thing! Only this family isn’t blood related, its a “who you love and who loves you” family. Anything is possible, you just have to choose what you want it to be…
im sorry i have to disagree with the main persons rubbish points ive lived in yeovil all my life have always got on with everybody have never been threatened i will happily admit it has bad points but these cant be pointed at certain areas as these “chavs” as you all call them move around and never situate themselves in any peticluar spot maybe there are isolated incedences but this doesnt mean we are all bad im 27 and have never heard the word “SHANK” either and im pretty well known amd know alot of people all in all its not a bad place to live it could be better but where exactly is Paradise where there are no groups no one making trouble and zero crime rate i’d say take ure head out ure ass’es and just live with what we got !!!! if you dont like a place just dont come here dont hide behind a computer screen and slander everyone in this town !!!!
I love Yeovil to,by heck I do shes the best shag Ive had in years,takes it up the arse and everything………….dont tell her I said that thow will ya?
I dont know what everyones problem is. I love Yeovil. When i was younger i used to get shit from “The Yeovilites” as i call them, but now i just look at them as a deterrant to the sordid stuff i could be getting up to. I mean if there was ever an advert for looking after yourself, it would show a picture of the Borough on a saturday night and simply read “Dont be like this”.
I for one think Yeovil is a rather educational place.
It could be worse (see Chard). There are postitive aspects to Yeovil. Its green and faily well kept in parts. But unfortunately half the people living in it are inbred, ignorant trash who think a Foreigner is someone from Taunton. Parts of central Yeovil and the housing estates should all be burnt to the ground and rebuilt in the local stone as was the case before the f**king twatty town planners in the 1950s -70s decided concrete blocks and featureless boxes would compliment the architecture. Dumb cunts.
Its saving grace is that within a few miles in any direction civilisation is restored and you begin to wonder whether all the cheap slags, tattood pasty faced skin heads and dumb moronic drug-addled jobless wasters were all a dream. Sadly not.
Oh, and reading Heat and Nuts mags in Burger king does NOT make you an intellectual you insular twats.
I was born in YDH and have now lived in yeovil for 26 years. Yes yeovil is a shithole but its not all as bad as the editor at the top put. Every town, city or village in the world has its problems and ours is chavs. Ive always found the best way to keep them at bay is to knock out the biggest one and the rest run like the little bitches they are. I dont impose violence but if im driven to it then they can reap what they sow. It could be worse ppl, we could be swamped by gangs of the likes of some of the london and manchester estates and just get stabbed for owning a phone.
being only 14 years old i do agree yeovil is shit hole. i live in east coker wich fortuantley escapes most of the chavyness but whenver i have to venture into yeovil i go with as many friends as i cause’ you do not know whats round the corner, in my life time i have been threatened and also been told to “look round the corner cause they’ll “Shank” me” its feckin awful.
I used to live in Yeovil ( well briefly – w ent to yeovil college and lived in “the Avenue”) it was actually quite peaceful although at the time it had the highest crime rate in the whole of the UK, but fortunately I was an old lady ( bikers girlfreind not old crone) and the Bikers there pretty much kept the chavs at bay.
I had the misfortune of going back a couple fo years ago – to visit freinds in east coker and to show my husband st johns churchyards where I used to go to have my lunch and a pint when at college and the Pall ( my old pub) and was shocked to see how bad it had gotten.
Some snot nosed chav ( with his mates) thought it would be very brave of him to stagger up to my hubby in st johns and give verbal abuse whilst his shell suited fellows and slags of tart girlies giggled in the background. Now bear in mind my hubby is 6ft4, weight 19 stone and is a power-lifter by hobby ( like weight lifting but much much heavier) this could only be seen as suicidal. My hubby, is however, like many large, strong men, a big softy and was not bothered by them and we just walked on.
It was sad to see the place become that bad.