O yes its carlisles turn, and b4 u ask i no the ‘irony’ of my name!

For all you people who have constantly slagged off wigton HAVE YOU EVEN BEEN TO CARLISLE. yes i realise wigton is full of chavs but come on look at this….

we have raffles, currock and harraby – or scarraby as i like 2 call it.

some of the people who live in these estates r lovely but some of them r down rite assholes and complete chavs.

Raffles: they hang around the phone boxs, the parks, street corners and the ‘flower garden’ which should be more aptly named the drug garden. most people who live here are drug dealers or take drugs them selves. I in fact have been to a drug takers house and it aint a bloody pretty sight. Extasy, Crack you name it theyve took it.

They walk around with their hoodies on with the hoods up and wear burberry or burbcherry caps on, trackie bottoms tucked in to their thread bare socks and rockports on or rocksports just whatever.
Alot of the mums are teenage mums or had their kids when they were 12, i do not have a problem with it i am just stating the facts.

Most of the girls ‘pretend’ they are pregnant to keep their men and then ‘loose it’ which i personally think is down right disgusting. This has been an experience to me as 3 people who live here did that to my now boyfriend.

I also used to work in Mills which is on newtown rd, on the corner of raffles. I got abuse, shop lifters and kids as young as 10 askin for fags. They walk around town thinking they own the damn place and heckling young children or old people.
All i can say is thank f**k they have knocked down half of it and are now building a new housing bit, and knock down the rest of the bastard place coz it is giving carlisle a horrible reputation.

as for currock and harraby – there are two parts to both of these one is good and one is bad.
I myself lived in the ‘good’ part of currock and i enjoyed living there for the best part of 6 months. BUT every time I had to catch the bus or go and buy food from the coop i wud be quite scared of the chavs that hung around there. Its disturbing to think that teenagers can frighten the holy hell out of adults/ or even other teenagers.

Haraby i have never been to, but my mum is a teacher at the school and some of the kids that are as young as 11 scare the holy bejesus out of her. I am aware that quite alot of people who live there are nice as I know a few but the rest are like the people from raffles.

I would like to think of Carlisle as a peaceful town , but how can you think that when every time you go out on the lash to have a good time there is always some twat who spoils it by either starting on u or ya mates or starting a fight in a night club.

GROW UP i say, come clean and give carlisle a spiggin good name for christs sake. Stop drinking wife beater and snakebite and black and get on the straight and narrow u bunch of tits.

Whitehaven is a town of chav’s, not only today but years that have passed before without a name for it.

I lived in Whitehaven in the days on the MRP yes you have it, “the Mirehouse (pronounced Mirus) Rave Posse”, the Whitehouse was in all its glory with balcony and fake statue of liberty. Queue’s snaked around the murky green docks to get into the sticky carpeted Park Night Spot. The bouncers ruled and if you weren’t chavvy enough you’re night ended there or if you had reached fully chavvyness hepo’s wine cellar beckoned.

Whitehaven has always been full of those top quality shops like Oxfam, the food weighhouse (where you scoop food out of bins) or Mark Tailors. Days gone by have seen fashion move from shell suits and scrunchies galore to Burberry caps, fake bling and drug enduced dark circles under eyes.

The air is filled with fresh air from the national park once with a lingering aroma of soap suds but always a slight crackle in the air of Radiation (only if you listen carefully ;o) )

Ambition in Whitehaven is to be married before the birth of your forth illegitimate child.

Boy racers rule the streets with body kits for all to see. Souped up cars and spoilers, speed humps on Strand Street have moved the racing from the streets to the super market car parks for that added thrill s

Penrith, on the outside is a wonderfull town on the edge of the lake district, on the inside a crappy small little town full of wanabbe chavs/framers. If you are not a chav or a farmer you are an outsider and feared by the local community due to your normalness (BE WARNED). Most of he chavs hang around the Spar (getting fags etc) and sitting around the local bandstand. When night draws in most can be found in the southend road carpark driving around in their shity little cars with music turned up HIGH. Please note most non-chavs/non-farmers are scarded of the chavs/farmers DO NOT BE due to the fact that they are puffters.

Also if ya dont have the moves of the chav dance you will not be accepted.

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Wigton is, upon first sight, a wonderful west cumbrian town, full of old georgan buildings, no traffic, a wonderful place to live. wrong. west cumbria has a huge ammount of chavs, and wigton is no exception. my theory is, when UCB films opened that big factory, the funny smell (localy known as the wigton stench) altered their DNA, resulting in the horrors that followed.

The car of the Wigtonian is the nova 1.2 injection, with stolen alloy wheels and enough lights to ensure the car can easily be seen from a mile away. what does the average wigton chav do? well not a lot. under 18′s had a curfew put on them due to their horrific behaviour, drinking, fighting, trashing and burning whatever they could find.

After they leave the hopelessly inept school, a job at UCB or Kwik save pays the bills, or at least for the smack. nobody leaves wigton, and to put it nicely it has a “very small gene pool”

Even worse for the tourist, if your not a chav, your not local. if your not local, you ARENT welcome. dont go in any pubs, you’ll get assaulted by the burbery clad mob and people wearing lots of knock off clothing.

There is one nice thing in wigton, a big fountain. when they moved it apparently some priest or pagan or something put a curse on the wigton childeren, and about 5 have died in tragic accidents involving their cars. that doesnt sound like many, but wigton probably has a population of 2000.

The hang out for the Chavs is the AMAZING number of alleys in wigton. you can easily be lost in these, dont enter after dark, because they hide from the curfew here. other hangouts include the bus stop, outside the spar and outside some awful cafe called the spotted cow (this lot are known as the spotted cow crew). the shops are mostly non existant and shit

dont ever be conned into going to Wigton, you’ll either end up in carlisle A&E or you’ll have everything you own stollen by a gang of 13 year olds. i nearly got beaten up for asking for directions.

This is a sad indictment of how Chavs are spreading to all corners of Britain to ruin absolutely everyhwere. On a recent trip to the Lakes I was sat enjoying the atmosphere of children playing and humans and animals pleasantly interacting as handfuls of food were gently tossed to a host of swans and ducks who graciously accepted these benevolent offerings. And then…

I spotted the scummy bastard instantly, standing out like a shit stain on a wedding dress. A particularly nasty looking chav, shirt open, displaying tacky gold necklace, a range of scrawly faded blue tattoos, and with eyes like piss holes in the snow. Anyway he strolled up to this vision of tranquility picked a swan up by the neck, wandered along with it, dropped it, proceeded in an attempt to kick a pidgeon, before finally strutting off to the amusement arcade. People gasped in shock, my girlfriend started crying and I spent the rest of the day thinking about what I should have done.

Later on he emerged from said Amusements to wander around scowling at random people who happened to be on his (yes that’s right, on his, not in his) path.