norwich and the inbred bastard chavs on bikes

In f**king norwich you can’t f**king walk anywhere without nearly being run over by some f**king little ratboy or big ratboy for that matter. These scumc**ts seem to forget that the pavement is for walking on and think that the road is just for crossing and nicking car stereos from. You can deter the vermin by having a large nasty dog as i have, and carry a thick dog chain. Their s**t mountain bikes are always nicked, possibly from your own back garden, and they always have a baseball cap. These f**king ASBO’S on wheels need to be terminated as soon as possible, do not tolerate them, if one comes along don’t move out of the way, make them have to ride on the road for the first time without stabilisers, kick their bikes, stab their tyres, set the dogs on them, punch them, once you have hurt a few, word spreads fast, these reptiles need to be culled, there is even one of these c**ts that rides about all day with a ghettoblaster playing s**te drum and bass, in a white tracksuit, this prick is soon to be featured in chavscum, once i get a photo of the bastard.

Magdalen street on a friday night, spectator sport or what?.

If the dedicated chavspotter is brave enough, he or she can venture on to Magdalen street on any Friday or Saturday night, to do so you must have 3 things, 1 balls of steel, 2 a digital camera, 3 a handgun. Once you are so equiped you can then go to Magdalen street, to watch the most verminous cretins you will ever have the displeasure of witnessing.Not only do you have the council house boy racers going round and round the block, you have the Ben Sherman and Burberry twats to look out for, that’s as long as thestreet has’nt been closed off because someone else has been killed in the cat and fiddle. If you can survive that, then so far so good,you,ve got through anglia square without being mugged by the ATL [above the law] crew, now you’ve got to encounter the ratboys under the flyover, with their “got a fag mate”? bastards. Thats as long as you have,nt slipped over on dogs**t or a discarded kebab. It’s not unusual to find a drunken chavster asleep in an alleyway, you can then steal their mobile, money, wallet, house keys, ect, this is a good way of getting back at these f**kers. If you are dumb enough to go any further you will find yourself in tombland home of the cathedral and also of ikon, chav central, you would not believe the c**ts in there, what more can I say?.

I am aghast that Thetford has until now failed to feature on this site. I have a theory: Everybody who lives in or visits Thetford is a chav.

This neatly explains its absence hitherto, as chavs themselves would surely not be interested in a website such as this.
I work on the outskirts of the town and have ventured in to its midst only on a handful of occasions. As such I cannot claim to be a Thetford expert; I offer this up only for the sake of completeness and as a warning to anyone thinking they may like a visit.
Don’t get me wrong, There are nice parts of the area: the forest is great, but the real animals don’t live in the trees.
The number of abandoned, often horribly mangled, cars along the A11 is testimony to Thetford’s true nature. Passing cars often have to swerve to avoid burberry/lonsdale clad youths, caps on heads and trousers bizarrely tucked into socks (have they been cycling?) playing pedestrian chicken over the A11 which acts mercifully as a bypass. Should they have put it further from town, one might ask. Let’s hope its role in culling the local population vindicates it. Viva Darwin.
Thetford is a dark place indeed.
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Everything Greenman12 says is the truth, but not the ONLY truth, hence I feel Norwich deserves an alternative perspective. Norwich is a good enough town to provide considerable shelter from the chavalanche that holds undeniable presence here. Riverside is indeed the prinicipal magnet for tracksuited retards; it has a bowling alley – the ultimate participant sport for the white underclass (heavy objects, loud bangs, and rules a colobus monkey could follow – who could resist?). And after dark, the obligatory drinking hole for those whom evolution missed – Lloyd’s. I suggest avoiding this place by night unless arson is on your mind; in which case, please, let me give you a lift – I’ve got matches too. Ditto for the rest of the Riverside complex. Enter this place on a Saturday afternoon and you feel extremely out of place in untorn jeans and a politically-themed T shirt. Chav families come here for their once-a-year posh dinner. It’s that s**t. And don’t even get me started on Time. Just don’t.

Please be advised, however, that Norwich has plenty of places bereft of our quasi-human kappa enthusiast. At night, beyond Prince of Wales St, there are several places where murder by crazed stabbing does not cross your mind, and pink upcollared T shirts and pre-torn jeans are NOT everywhere you look. Many pubs cater for live bands (you won’t find chavs here, beyond semi-chav students, who are a minor threat – that is to say, they can at least read a newspaper article that isn’t peppered with bold type and commissioned by Rebekah Wade). The history and art of this town is the supreme counter-balance to the s**t on our cultural shoe, and thus far has preserved it as an attractive place for Europeans, musos and other citizens of an alternative mind. The university presence is another saving grace.

Norwich is alright. It’s NOT Chelmsford. If you’re a chav, there’s plenty to do, but you can find a 99p Big Mac, ten Mayfair and a park bench in any town. Of course, I am under no illusions, it will probably get worse. For now however, Basildon seems a hundred miles a way… at least. Just steer clear of Riverside if your gene count is anything approaching normal. There’s a severe shortage in that place. And I know. I f**king work there.