Residing on the banks of the Dee Estuary, which marks the extent to which its pseudo- scouse populace could swim, Holywell is an ecclectic mix of sub cultures. It’s hub is an interbred community from the Strand estate, who would claim that their roots stem back to the ancient Druids. The truth is that their ‘four- fathers’ were able to make it that extra mile from the Liverpool overspills such as Birkenhead and Ellesmere Port. This explains their strange dialect. Combined with its local mining heritage, which was the last time Holywell’s inhabitants did any hard work, the inhabitants of the Trogloditic sub culture from the hills above Pantasaph, Rhes-y-cae et al, made the migration south to breed. This can be seen each evening after dark, as torches are lit and voices in doorways hush to a whisper. The overriding rule in Holywell is- ‘Dont look at anyone wrong and you’ll survive the night’. The local Holywell High school has served for many years as a dating agency for hill-dwellers and chavs alike, resulting in a less-than-satisfactory experiment in human relations. Those who received a c grade and above in their GCSE’s were able to make it into one of various industrial units scattered along the coastline, begrudgingly close to the English border. Others weren’t so lucky, being relegated to farming; never to be seen again. There is only ONE sport in Holywell- Thai boxing, which the town has embraced with open arms and webbed fingers. Fiercely competitive, the town’s inhabitants would maintain the assertion that Thai boxing did in fact start in Wales, mainly due to the fact that all the inhabitants know the one instructor in town and at some point in the past, they; their big brother; their little brother or some other inbred member of their family took a lesson. The single street smear of a town centre is punctuated by estate agents displaying the same houses that have been over-priced and out of reach for generations, which sit conveniently out of town and serve only to fill the populace with dispondency and to give them a reason to live, in the vain hope that when they retire from British Aerospace, or with a lottery win, they too could raise themselves from the pit of despair. Combined with the charity shops and the hair-dressing salons, it is the whole reason that Holywell closes on a Saturday and witnesses a migration to civilization. By night, Holywell becomes a positive plethora of violence, drunkeness and crime, to rival any other major town. The local pubs have an inclusion policy of, ‘If you’re local and your face fits, we may serve you…’. The punters however are somewhat more discerning and unless you’ve been to work with their father, ore ARE their father, you better drink up fast, or pick a window…cos you’re leaving! Modern culture hs been embraced by the local inhabitants, who now enjoy a Wetherspoons restaurant in town. The safest time to convene would be during daylight hours and probably lunchtime, if you want to hold a conversation in English. Otherwise, spice up your night by strolling in casually and ordering in a loud English voice. This is bound to have an effect as, despite the inhabitants having dropped Welsh lessons in high school, in favour of basic car mechanics, they stick staunchly to their Wild West Wales image and each and every woolly-back/plastic scouser in the place will gladly loosen a few teeth for you for loking at them wrongly. The highlight of the Holywell week of course, is a trip to the ‘Vic’ hotel, at the top of the high street. There are more lifeforms in there than Mos Eisely cantina, in Star Wars. If you look carefully, you will see that there are two main types- those in wellies and those without. All the local Pubwatch and ASBO celebrities are there; the boys with freshly shaven heads and sporting their best jeans, comparing electronic tags. Similarly, with fewer shaven heads but with numerous boxers’ noses, the girls gather in the shortest skirts, barely disguising the puppy fat and cellulite, dancing round their knock-off handbags and eyeing up the opposition, in a bid to catch the eye of anyone who they havent already shagged in the bus stop/smoking area outside, or anyone who theyre not already related to. By day, these beauties can be found working in the plethora of hairdressing salons in town, which is useful as, by night, they can be found bitching about each other and tearing each other’s hair out. Those unlucky few who are, as yet, too pre- pubescent to enter the Octagon of this dating circle, can skulk menacingly across the road by the Spar shop, glaring at passers-by, or feel free to fail embarassingly easy tricks on their stolen JD Bug scooters in the nearby Lidl car park; dreaming that one day, when they are released from prison, they can join the rest of their inbred family indoors. As a treat to round off the night, its a precarious stroll down to the other end of the high street; the women in towering heels, which dont work after midnight. The men following at a respectful distance, to avoid and misconceptions about gentlemanly conduct, or sentiment. The goal is the one greasy kebab house which hasnt been investigated by the HSE and still serves late at night despite the threat to its windows and abuse on its staff. Despte appearances, the Greeks staffing the shop are in fact spray-tanned plastic scousers who, as well as not speaking Wesh, also dont speak Greek. Taxi’s home are a rarity, especially if you order in English and your name isnt Dai. Luckily, if you’ve ordered your kebab loudly with an English accent, you are assured a lift in an emergency vehicle to the nearby Glan Clwyd hospital.
By: Dai
just looking at hollywell& the scripT I JUST READ DISAPOINTS ME. my forfarthers are from there& i know theres lots of good blood in that part of the world!
im a geordie with welsh blood.
I am so sad to read this ignorant rant. Of course there are pockets of abuse, but when I moved to Holywell 13 years ago, I knew no one. In the intervening 13 years I have been treated with kindness and friendship. When my young granddaughter was fighting for her life, the people from Holywell were so supportive. Please if you cannot print anything nice or complimentary about Holywell – please keep your fingers from the keyboard. You should be ashamed of yourself, and obviously need to get out more. In fact this rant could easily fall foul of inciting racial hatred.
I am so glad I never had the misfortune to meet you!
f**k all you haters. Anyone who thinks they can slag my home town can come pay me MANDEM a visit you fags !
Someone needs to give you a lesson in spelling, punctuation and grammar my friend, because yours is atrocious!
i tell you wot m8 i totally agree, i think holywell is a discusting place ill kick urs heads in m8
U WOT M8 FIGHT ME IRL !
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Getting a cheap laugh is easy. Fixing problems is not so easy. I know which I would rather do though.
I’d recommend f**king off back to school too.
f**king brilliant and dead true.i stupidly moved to the area and as a scot could not get my head around the small town mentallity not just in holywell but in every small town close by.i walked into the boars head when i first came here and before my pint was served some inbreed who could barely string a sentence offered me out,even though i had not said a word to him and did’ent know him later found out his name was dai,weird hey.but i totally agree to many of holywells inhabitants are f**king there relatives you only have to look at the kids getting of the bus to realize.they really do think there all hard (or should i say SOLID).go to liverpool or manchester or any big city and try to play the hard man see how far you get.
instead of slagging holywell off, why dont you just f**k off back to scotland!
Sorry you think that about Holywell.
Yes Holywell has its problems but the great majority of people from there are hard-working people who only want the best for the town.
I don’t think Holywell is any different from any other small rural town, yes there are issues, but the place needs investment and redevelopment which is exactly what we have done with The Vic.
I’d also like to point out that since its relaunch The Vic now has a great record for lack of trouble and we’re proud that it’s a good, decent place for the locals to enjoy a night out.
Finally, the whole concept of this site ‘ChavTowns’ does make me question how the developers/contributors have so much time on their hands. Perhaps you guys should focus your spare time on improving these towns instead of dragging them down.
I think whoever write this paragraph is a joke…. i live in a small town called greenfield which is nearby holywell… i live mostly in the strand the people have respect for one another it’s a two way cycle… yes there is fighting now and then but there isnt anywhere else no? its not as big as liverpool or wrexham, chester etc… there are the idiots as times but most of them are the nicest people you will ever meet in your life and the girls have standards round here they have been sucessfull mostly all got jobs because they like to pay to live not sponge of the job centre… it really must of took you a while to write all this well its a shame because you have obviously wasted your time obviously not from holywell because most of the things that your saying is absolute crap! before you write some bulls**t your need to give your head a good wobble LOSERRRR!
What a true story of Holywell especially the strand. You did miss out a large part though…………… the drug dealing, which happens all over Holywell, infact it is famous for it and the Strand is the place to be…or go depending on whether you are buying or selling. Its a terrible place, with a few decent people forced to live in the hell hole.
no were not a prominent welsh speaking town but certainly not a plastic scousers society as you put it. My children have been brought up in the strand and are certainly not shaven haired and wear electronic tags or show their puppy fat in short skirts. People have different values in life and i most certainly find mine to bring my children up pro pally and respectfully, ive completed my second year for a BA honors degree in social work not bad for an in bred with webbed fingers!!!!!!. In all circles of society we have the few who wish to live their lives in a different way that may not be agreeable to us but its still their choice to do so. You certainly have the right in a democratic society to voice your opinion as do we and i say don’t tar everyone with the same brush!!!!
It’s because not it Because
I have lived in holywell allmy life and this is not what is like. Yes we have fights and trouble in the town but no more than Wrexham or Chester orLiverpool. Plase do not believe everythin u here untill you see Holywell for yourself.
Ha-ha to damned right it’s ashame the germans did’nt drop a bomb in the high street, theirs nothing but empty shops and pubs in holywell today. And the inbreeding does’nt stop at holywell, Flint Prestatyn Rhyl Denbigh?.They’ve all been at it they even built a hospital in denbigh for that purpose to hide their embarrassing inbreeds away, this is common knowledge its nickname is Denbigh Nuthouse. its shut down now and its ex patients are sitting under the bus shelters next to the vic.
and you would know how andrew are you one of them ?????
it Because not cos dude
I would like to add that the side of the family from hollywell worked extremely hard (they ran several buisnesses at the same time).
you sound full of hatred and seem narrow minded (It is disgusting to refer to cetain people as chavs: basically to put down another due to their background or such like). Actually some of my family were from hollywell and they certainly were very respectable and were not from liverpool (there name is roberts). I would like to add that my family are very open minded, educated and certainly not racist/anti scouse/anti anyone and I am proud of them.
wow, such a bitter guy, are you from holywell? no mention of the other pubs? just the vic that takes a battering, probably the safest place in town if you ask me. certainly a million times better than when it closed all those years ago.
Yeah well lived in Holywell for most of my younger years. .. I do agree that if your face doesnt really fit it is hard to fit in. More impotantly if you went to school there you are more accepted.There are lots of big families in Holywell and surrounding districts, and you had to be careful who you spoke about and with who. Gossip is rife in Holywell, but generally most people are considerate and friendly. By the way there are alot of sports in Holywell – big badminton base, football and most of the sports. Holywell leisure is always busy. I class Flint more chavvy, but isn’t it that most cities, towns, and villages have chavs these days – the media culture/ fashion has contributed alot to that. At least there is a good sense of family cohesion in Holywell, as opposed to city dwellers – who may or may not help you in a crisis!! There is somthing to be said for people looking after their fellow town people – as Holywell always did and probably still does!
I do agree though that it is hard to get jobs there after the closure of big industries – thats why I moved and that some of the jobs I applied for wanted welsh speakers as well