possibly the worse area in the world.here is my story.
i met a guy at a bar in birmingham city centre,we exchanged numbers and chatted for weeks via text & on the phone,we met up after about 3 months and we went to various bars/restraunts/cinemas ect. i seemed to really get on with him so when he asked me if i would go to his house as his mom would really like to meet me i was more than willing.the drive there was awful,as we had to drive through such places as chelmsley wood,kingshurst,shard end but nothing could prepare me for what i was about to witness.
as we arrived in smiths wood i was mortified,there was nothing but 3 story houses ’town houses’ (for all the chavettes and their 8 unfortunate children) and high rise flats (for the beginner chavettes with only 3 children) as far as the eye could see. when we pulled up ‘outside’ his ‘old ladys’ house i was surprised to find out that infact we werent outside,we had to walk through 3 alley ways to get to the actual house,situated in an alleyway its self was his mothers shabby, yellow netted, single glazed swamp,oh i mean house. as we walked through the doorway i was instantly hit with the smell of cat pee,wet dogs and chip fat. his mom was sitting at the kitchen table with her 3 other elderly freinds, all with reebok tracksuits, 4 rings on each finger , 7 ‘gold’ chains with dolls hanging off them , hair scraped on top of the head in a ‘scrunchie’ smoking sterling superkings, drinking GLENS VODKA and swearing like it was going out of fashion at half 3 on a wednesday afternoon. His sister then walked down the stairs to greet me “yo b, you kool? your d one dats checking my bro yeh? ‘ she looked and acted just like his mother but a youger version with bleached blonde hair and black roots 5inchs long, she then introduced me to her 9 month old son ‘takiary’ , yes his sister was only 15. his mom asked us to go to the ‘paki shop’ and get her some more lemonade for the vodka. i offered to drive but the lad said it was only a couple of minutes away, after walking through what can only be describe as ‘alley way hell’ for 10 minutes i arrived at ‘aaron way’ a row of shops that i wouldnt buy my dogs food from never mind my own. hanging outside select & save were his ‘BREDGRINS’ he introduced me to them , one of them said ‘wargwarn posh girl.i kno say u ent from the weez’ i replied ‘the weez?’ they all found this very amusing, the lad i was with suggested we ‘crank off for a bit wif his boys’ considering they were all 19-23 i didnt quite understand why he referred to them as his boys,but anyway we stood outside of the shops while his freinds rolled joints of canabis and smoked them in broad daylight, ‘bunnin down the high grade cheese’ must of got boring to them as then they all started ‘rapping’ and shouting THREE SIX WEEZY SWARR ! over and over again. hurling abuse at the men that worked in select and save just because they were asian and doing anything else aggressive or annoying. then one of the ‘boys we were hangin wif’ (lol) girlfreind turned up with her 2 children under the age of 3 and started hurling abuse at me ‘ARE U THE DIRTAY TRACKER DATS BIN FUCKIN MY MAN,ARE U DUMB BITCH ,I WILL FUK U UP, HES MY BABY DAD AND U THINK U CAN TAKE HIM,I DONT THINK SO,HES GOT A YOUT WITH ME SO HE AINT GOIN NOWHERE.THREE SIX WEEZY TOWN,GET TO KNOW’ i persumed this girl was no older than 17 as her vocabulary was very poor.i returned to my car and never ever went back there again. worse experience of my life.
i never advise anyone to go there.ur not safe even if you are with ‘ONE OF DA TOP BOYS FROM WEEZY TOWN’ lol !
All comments are fairly true about the odd few in those areas.All though I do feel that you have led a sheltered life and not really looked any where else.I wonder what area you come from?
i took my lad to the snooker club in the shopping precinct there a few times and it was awful. the parents were getting wrecked in one roon and just let there kids run riot in the snooker hall. I saw kids actually running across the snooker tables with there trainers on. I didn’t say anything because their parents are scratters and would just want to start a fight with me. Smiths Wood is just a breeding ground for front line soldiers and losers, but there are some good folk there though.
Lmao who ever put this is gassed up man
I live in Smiths Wood and to be honest, I think its a shit-hole. I absolutely DESPISE the area and the people in the area.
I’ve been living here my entire life and from when I’m being woke at 4.30AM !!!! (This Morning) by pathetic little twats shouting about how his knows ‘mans from c.wood’. I politely asked him to stop shouting and I get a whole heap of abuse, saying how his going to get his ‘gyal’ to come and ‘bang’ me. I simply said to him shut up, piss off, and go back to school you uneducated twat. Oh and by the way Chelmsley Wood aint shit’.
If the ‘hard boys’ from Chelmsley were to act like that go to Handsworth, Aston, Newtown, Lozells, etc etc they would get ‘banged’ or better still, left for dead.
But to be fair, there is a small handful of nice people here and not every teenager around this dump is like what you describe.
I’m 18, I go to work for 8 every morning, I haven’t got no children and I don’t have attitude, like you said, but I do know quite a few girls, have attitude, pick arguments because you ‘linked’ their child’s dad, who have had kids, some already on two by the time they were 17 !
I totally understand why you hate this area. And I don’t blame you.
I can go on and on about how the people of this area act and what they do if you’ve got beef with them, but I’m not seeming as the twat that woke me up has FINALLY gone LOL !
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I had the misfortune of living in Smith’s Wood many years ago. I found the place to be full of chavs and many of the residents (although not all, some actually work!) are underclass no hopers who think it their right to claim benefits and get a council flat before upgrading into a house when they have 3/4 children, whom they drag up on burgers and Macdonalds.Their children’s day out will consist of a trip to Macdonalds and a meeting with their other underclass friends. And yes they are dripped in tacky/trashy gold, smoking their ‘fags’ and drinking away their benefits. They have no use in our society and should all besterilised to save our tax payers from having to keep these ‘things’
I have just read this and to be honest you must have such a good memory. I have lived in both Chelmsley Wood & Smiths Wood, Kingshurst too. Nothing wrong with the area. Ye you get some wrong ones but not all. But really to remember every word a number of different people said and an unusual name like that, think you must be exaggerating, exaggerating being an understatement.
found this site by pure chase, no its a long time ago this comment was made, but how dare she slag the area off that she spend 1 afternoon in… Im 24 and live in Smithswood and let me let you it isnt like the shit hole your making it sound out to be, yeah there are wanna be hard girls and boys living in the area but like “smiths wood girl” said there are chavs everywhere, your obviously too stuck up your own arse that you dont know what the real world is like, living it up in your posh area, with your posh friends, driving a posh car…who the hell do you think you are really!!! The people you met were teenagers so what do you expect, ALL teenagers have attitude. you need a really check and stay the f**k out of our area!!
I totally agree with this, I am a 23 year old and have worked since I left school. I live with my girlfriend of 5 years in one of the shitty highrises in the area and haven’t had a child yet as I’m waiting for when i’m older. I personally hate all these chavvy groups and their lanuage, abuse and the drugs. personally i think the whole lot of these jobless bums should be ran over by a huge truck, as they are a complete waste of space.. how pathetic also writing “B36″ or “36″ on a wall.. I hope they all die a horrible death.
I live on Kingshurst and have done for quite a few years now and I must say it’s not half as bad as you’re labelling it. I can’t remember the last time I saw people with “4 rings on each finger , 7 ‘gold’ chains with dolls hanging off them , hair scraped on top of the head in a ‘scrunchie’ smoking sterling superkings, drinking GLENS VODKA and swearing like it was going out of fashion at half 3 on a wednesday afternoon”
You question the level of intelligence of the people you met and yet you clearly aren’t much of a bright-spark yourself. You met him in a bar, spoke to him for 3 months and you couldn’t work out he was from a “Chavvy” background with kids from someone who you thought was a 17yr old because she had a poor vocabulary?!
To be honest, you sound like a bit of a Chav yourself! Next time you go out in search for love, open your eyes!
HHR Co-ordinator
Smith’s Wood isn’t that bad a place.
Everywhere has their chavs.
Clearly you must like that kind of person if you didn’t realise that he would be a ‘badman’ when you met up with him and spoke to him.
Also you can’t spell, and your writing skills are poor.
Thanks
That story about Smiths wood brought some awful memories flooding back.Twenty years ago I
started driving a mini-cab in that area.Now I wasn’t some naive wet behind the ears youngster at the
time.I considered myself as pretty savvy,boy was I wrong.I’m a normal working class bloke & I was
aware that there was an underclass out there & up till then I kept contact to a minimum.What an eye
opener! Every night there was a code red call on the radio,meaning you had to assist whether you had passengers on board or not. In fact some of them insisted they come along for the aggro.
Many a time I went to a pick up ,only to find the customer standing on the pavement with all worldly possessions with them(including TVs & furniture)having been kicked out by latest partner.After the
first six months of that hell hole I learned more about people than I had in my previous forty years.
I could write volumes about the antics of these low lifes,the pinning of plastic bags in their neighbours letter boxes so that they could rob their giro while they were out at work(cash in hand)& dont get me started on the sexy shennanigans.I used to think I was a bit of a player ,but my god,you had to be so careful who you spoke to in case you dropped someone in it.
No-one involved the police(who were mostly thugs)If someone had a beef they spoke to their local hardman,who if deemed it neccessary would speak to the other partys hardman & he would administer the suitable punishment. Ah,happy days(not)
hardman
i live in c.wood and u explain it very well so funny make me laugh!!
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excellent. thanks for making me smile today!