been a while but it’s basically the same dosshole it was when i was at school. surrounding areas like little sutton are just as bad. there are still a few dumb chavs who still strut around outside bagain booze wearing white la coste tracksuits, rockports, a cap that barely hangs on to the back of their heads, and, oh yes, their hands down the front of their trackie bottoms. when they want to be friendly you can often hear these impressive specimens say things like, eeeeeee lad what da f**k ya wearin na for ? or, eh lad ya wanna be gettin na fuckn ‘air cut like innit lad. or, amongst their peers or parents, maaaaaaate i’m fuckin blitzed proper like maaaaate. these are the people that much more impressive chavs from liverpool and birkenhead will refer to as woollybacks or port-whoppers since they’re not scousers but they for some reason talk like they are. in summer they like to go on holiday to chester where they drink zeppelin and throw pennies at passing goths and moshers from up on the rows. blacon and lache chavs sit and take notes from afar.

By: eno