Eastbourne a lovely, quiet little place. Surely not a haven for chavs?
To be blunt but true, Eastbourne is infected with this scum. Since the rise of Hip Hop we all quietly took in the fact that something was coming, something that would piss us off more then Bill Ody; something we now know as the chav.
Eastbourne WAS once a lovely place, it WAS once a quite place, but now since the take over many of us decide to order our food online then bare the abuse of walking outside.
I’ve lived in Eastbourne for near enough 15years, most of my life. And like you all, the begining here was nice, the summers warm, the winters cold but lovely, but within the next years the chavs would creep out the gutters and attack Eastbourne, many people rebeled against this, creating goths, grungers and skaters but most failed leaving only the majority of grungers left. The rest retreated to places like Impact Gaming, to scared to leave their computer screen and sooner or later relising that there once great town has been so infected that theyve been reduced to pale skin and greasy hair.
Some people fought back but only to be sucked into the chav riegn creating chav skaters and worste yet the chemo.
Soon came the Emo nothing more but a boy in make up and tight clothes. I myself am very prodominant “metal head” and i am all for individuality but the creation of Emo has become nothing more but a crappy joke. Chavs soon found out the creation of Emo and slaughtered it in a few hours. The chavs in Eastbourne are smarter then then the average chav they know that make up+tight jeans=pussy, they killed the emo in five seconds. That soon created a bad name for anyone with long hair, every boy with long hair even if it wasnt that long was soon called an Emo, making us a laughing joke.
As Eastbournes chavs grew more and more, the power to rebel is growing greater and greater.
Eastbourne is now becoming a huge boxing ring, though during day time you can walk safetly and spot a few chavs, walk through the town at night time and you’ll see brawl after brawl. The town that was once filled with happy people is now dying from the inside, its infected. The police force is a joke, made up of crooks and drug dealers, Eastbourne can be a paradise and be a hell. Want a place with no law? no order? Eastbourne is yours. BUT the constant barage of kids with knives and wannabe drug dealers with a so called price to pay, Eastbourne is hell.
Next time you visit Eastbourne dont look at the surface look at the cold hard center, there within lies the truth.

sidley boys are a groupe of about 40-50 and are dangerouse and ant scread of any one the egeton park asult was them and the little commen crew are SHIT SCREAD OF THEM and are known to run for there lifes in the past but now make there way into bexhill and kick the f**k out of evry one and are known to fight the east bourn crew it is hard to amagine that such a big crew is in such a small place it is all the estates inn sidley all the yobs move from londen and big citys to settle down in pikey sidley witch ant fare of as bad every body is afraid from this evil groupe come to sidley and see for your self and if you want to see them all of them to gever come to bexhill on week ends and they tage were ever they own witch is the flowing(bexhill,sidley,pebsam,and little commen)and are known to rob drug dealers any other crews what are bigger HELP one of my mates was knocked out with one puch and his jaw was satterd and my mate was ment to be well hard intill the sidley crew formed,SIDLEY PIKEYSSSSSSSSSSS.
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Eastbourne? Surely not that sweet seaside town, holiday destination for old lady coach trips.  I’m afraid it’s true, if you scratch the surface of this quaint seaside community you will find a thriving community of useless toe rags commonly known as Chavs. I’m not getting at poor people who can’t afford decent clothes, homes, cars or food; no I wish them all the best. My gripe is with the worthless, ASBO fuckwits who’s only purpose in life is to make everyone else miserable and turn the world into one giant shithole. There are three things that make Eastbourne a heaven for Chavs. 1, it has a large docile easily intimidated elderly population. 2, it is full of cheap crap shops, clubs, pubs and takeaways and 3. It has a totally useless Police force; honestly these guys make the cops on the Simpsons look like CSI Miami. Visit Eastbourne during the day and you would be mistaken in thinking there is nothing wrong. You will see, mostly, ordinary people going about their business without any problems, with only a token presence of Chavs monging about. But as soon as the shops shut and it starts getting dark then the town is transformed. It’s like the whole population of planet w**ker is beamed down to its streets. Everywhere you walk in town you will find groups of these Tossers hanging about spitting, swearing at the top of their nicotine stained lungs, breaking things and trying to look hard and intimidating to any old people or children who walk past, usually to impress the large numbers of skanky Chav slappers who wander about like CJD cattle looking for a shag or some mug to buy them drinks. If they’re not hanging about doing f**k all then they are driving around town in their crap Noddy cars, pumping out crap music and making their budget dunlops squeel. By the way, if any of these fuckwits are having this read to them by their social worker, tell them that when other people see them in their cars they don’t say to themselves ‘wow what a street hero, he must be from that film the fast and the furious’ no, what they are thinking is ‘what a w**ker I hope he T-bones a cement truck at the next junction with his seat belt off’. One of the highlights of their night is to get wasted on cheap crap booze like that fake apple flavoured petrol known as white lightning cider then they can wage their eternal war on bus shelters, parked cars, shop windows and bins. Then, when they feel suitably brave enough, gang up on someone helpless, like an old man on his invalid scooter or one of the homeless mental patients sleeping rough on the sea front and give them a good kicking. Yes, the Eastbourne Chavs are a class act.

Town: Bexhill on Sea
Social Hotspot: Outside the Library
Smoke of choice: “ten sovrin… nah, i ain’t got my id on me”

Welcome to Bexhill on Sea- the town for chavs who can’t afford to live in Little Common, but whose parents love them enough to keep them away from Sidley.
Looking out of the train at the station before disembarking in this lively seaside resort, one can see signs that this is an up-and-coming residence for the discerning chav. A station that once was a boring old, busy, listed building now clearly shows it’s potential for excitement with 21st century modernisation techniques in use, such as broken windows, graffiti, discarded cigarette packets, Special Brew cans and pools of vomit.

These examples of the expanding contemporary youth culture’s diverse and engaging hobbies and interests are proof that Bexhill would deserve the title of “Capital of Culture for the Bexhill-on-sea Region” should it ever be awarded.

As one’s tour takes them outside of the station, one can meet and possibly converse with the friendly locals on being required to join them for the pleasure of sharing a smoke with the ladies. And all of their friends. If a person who does smoke ventures to these parts, local experts say a wise thing to carry at all times would be an extra small packet of cheap cigarettes, with only 1 left. This way, conversation is limited to
“ay, mate, don’t suppose you’ve got a fag I can have do ya?”
“Sorry, I’ve only got one left”
“alright …. ‘ere, my mate [Kylie*] reckons you’re well fit”
“fack off [Liberty*], I’ve got a boyfriend”
“no you aven’t”
“shu’up”….
Thusly leaving oneself an opportunity to quietly leave while your new friends discuss whether or not [Darren*] counts as a boyfriend after “fursday night raand Edgerton” (the local park).

Now one’s tour ventures past one of the centres where exchange students congregate, and if one cares to observe the behaviour of “townies” (local lingo has it) in their natural habitat- administering blows upon German students “cos deyre fuckin nazis innit, dats wot my nan says and she’s 39”.

If one moves along prior to be mistaken themselves for Nazi students, one can observe the budding social life outside the King Fried Chicken (KFC-the land Trading Standards forgot). This corner shows a perfect slice of Bexhill’s expanding multiculturalism, as travelling folk and their descendants from Sidley meet with the native residents to discuss and mime their most recent amateur boxing [moral] victories. Look carefully and see patches of saliva, which demonstrate the recentness of the cultural turnaround, showing how the locals’ palates can still not quite manage the taste of brewed Belgian imports combined with cheap fags.

Across the road from this gathering, one can now see Sackville road, with it’s many kebab houses to cater for the growing Turkish cuisine and Belgian ale enthusiasts. Opposite the first of these that one sees is the library and it’s bench. This, apparently is truly a great place for chavs right across the South East to meet and arrange what parts of their social lives have not already been previously discussed by text messaging. A word of caution from the experienced- chavs have a strict code of honour when it comes to fleeing from a possible fight. If one walks alone past certain areas not wearing a white Nickelson zipped and hooded top and is started on by a group of these people, it is considered impolite not to stand and let 15 yobs kick one’s face in as 5 fat slappers hold them down, as it would not be “playing fair”.

I could write more about the “You Bexhill peeps ain’t ready 4 da Biggin Hill massive” graffiti’s portrayal of upcoming civil strife, or more about the town in general. But to be honest, I’ve got to walk this route in an hour’s time, so I’m going to try and think of a more appealing mental image than this town. Like envisaging film titles such as “Bestial Betty’s Animal Hospital Romp Volume 9”.

Avoid here if at all possible.

*names have been changed for legal reasons