For many people wye may seem like a the perfect place to live quite in the day it has a coop firestation primary school a docters surgery dentist butchers three pubs and is also the location of the famous wife of bath restaurant and a university campus. So a lovely place maybe but it has a dark secret under its peacfull appearence one of these things being the grotty counsil estate little chequers(called little chavvers by myself) which the counsil conveniently hid behind the school row of housing and the park. In this vile hole live all kinds of filth. These people come out of the estate virtually every night drinking swearing loudly and fighting in the street and throwing beer cans and rocks at houses. They uashally make there way up to the bus stop opposite the coop next to the graveyard were they stay in a group of around 10 to15 of varying different ages. They are uashally there opposite my current flat until 12 or 1 in the morning smoking cannabis and drinking. Also several of them park ther shitty cars there to. also peoples property is also going missing and vandalism happens atleast once a week. Also asides the local group of rowdy pikies car blast through wye at night at high speed. Also i forgot to mention there are peole on the estate selling drugs we no who you are so basically wye is a nice place in the day and a physical nightmare of drugs burglary drunkedness and ASB so DO NOT MOVE HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By: anoy

This is a true story

In the summer of 2011 me and a mate came up with the seemingly brilliant idea of going to Margate for the night. We both had fond memories of visiting margate from our childhood. The funfairs, the beach, the bumper cars, it seemed to make sense. However as we are both in our 20s we understood we may not be able appreciate funfairs and bumper cars but still the beach and perhaps nightlife would be a reason to go there, or so we thought. When we arrived, immedietly I noticed the atmosphere seemed different from my memories as a child. The funfair was non-existent, and the place seemed rather desolate. I parked the car and booked in at a B&B. A small family run B&B, the owners of arab descent offering shisha. Seemed like a decent start. I went up to my room and was surprised to see such dated curtains and the carpet had seen better days. The overall decor was like something from the early 80s, but then again I wouldn’t be in my room much so me and my mate shrugged this of and joked about it.
We wondered outside about 7pm to grab a bite to eat. On the way I couldnt help notice a group of people congregated near a bus stop drinking. A few metres on I saw another group in a corner drinking. Abit further down another group doing the same. This may seem normal as its a saturday but I could see that these were not warm up drinks to prepare for a night out as they were not dressed to go out. They also were not down and outs, nor were they teens. They were just drinking in groups, looking like they were drowning there sorrows. Further down I saw a girl about 7 playing by herself outside, with no parents in sight. Alarms bells started to ring for me, this wasn’t the margate I remember. Me and my mate grabbed some fish and chips which were not bad and excellently priced, so my faith was temporarily restored. We walked further down to the Weatherspoons only to find that there were hardly any people in there. This seemed strange for a saturday night. I went to the bar to get a drink and on my way back to my table a lady walked up to me and asked if she could join me. I said ok why not. Things were looking up. She had two mates with her so they made their way upstairs to where me and my mate were sitting. There was more light upstairs, this was not a good thing as they didn’t look so good in the light of day. But hey, its all about personality so we got talking. One of the girls bragged about living in hackney east london and how she moved her when she was 14. Her friend sat there with her leg draped on the table displaying a flowery tattoo which covered most of her leg. She seemed determined for us to see this tattoo as she kept her leg on the table the whole time. The third friend sat there in a mute-like state not uttering a word. This was not fun! My mate went to get a drink. We continued talking until the girl with the tattoo accused me of being boring. As I am black and dress a certain way I think she expected me to be the typical stereotype, which I am not. I told her she was weird and we engaged in a teen-like argument which involved her saying she is going to call her mates down to beat me up. I laughed this of and called her bluff welcoming all challengers (the bravado kicked in). After a few mins of this I decided to walk away and sit on another table, I didn’t come here for this. I stayed on for another hour with my mate then we left. As we walked out I could see and hear those lovely girls being loud and abrasive, jeering etc. I gave them a winning smile and walked out.
We then walked towards the main nightclub which appropriately was called Escape. It was boarded up and some locals told us its closed due to the recession. We asked them where we can go, they said go ramsgate (a neighbouring town) or kabuki (up the road). I asked which is better, they said there both shit. Decisions, decisions…. With that in mind we decided to walk towards kabuki. On the way we were greeted by two 40 something women (who looked to be in a drug induced state) growling at us. I replied “sorry what was that” She growled “CIGARETTE” I told I don’t have any. She and her friend ran off still shouting, what they were saying I will never know. We got to kabuki and it looked fairly lively despite being a small venue. We got a couple drinks but noticed the atmosphere was quite hostile. Being a londoner I’m accustomed to hostility when going out but did not expect this in margate. There was one character about 5ft 9, but a stocky bastard wearing a sleveless top, looked like he was in steroids. He was staring at me and my mate and everyone else and seemed to be out looking for trouble. Enough is enough… After an hour we decided to try the other “shit” option of Ramsgate. We jumped in the car, my mate still had his pint in hand as kabuki seems to let people walk out with bottles and pint glasses. Thankfully I was driving and not my mate.
Within 10-15 mins I was in Ramsgate. Ramsgate looked a bit more upmarket and had a nice river, canal area. We went to a bar there which as my reliable source said lived up to its billing as “shit”. At least the atmosphere was friendly so we had a couple there then left and went back to dreaded margate. As our hotel was there we had no choice but we contemplated getting our bags and getting the hell out of there, believe me. Here we go, back to Kabuki. My mate stayed in there but I had enough so I sat in my car listening to music. As I sat outside there was an almighty punch up spilling onto the streets outside kabuki. A couple of guys were eyeing up someones girl and a fistfight broke out with mates jumping in. One man was beaten real bad and another ran away. I called my mate and he was alright. I told him in know uncertain words “lets get the f**k out of here”. He came outside and we sat in the car contemplating our next move, its was about 2am. We had two choices, staying in that B&B and wait for daylight or hang around. I preferred the former but my mate went for the latter (between you and me, he’s insane). I drove up the road and saw two ladies with two guys, we pulled up and asked them where we can go for a drink. They said “theres a place up the road but its full of fuckin polish” (there words not mine), the girl then began swearing at one of the guys and tried to attack him, while the other girl was half lying on the bonnet of my car “what the f**k are you doing” I said. “get of my f**king car” I had about enough of this shit. One of the guys pulled her of my car and I sped of and could see them still arguing and fighting behind me. I looked at my mate and he was laughing his head off. As we neared the polish bar we saw that nutter in kabuki with the sleveless top. As we drove past he was staring at us again “what the f**k is wrong with this guy” says my mate, I said “do you wanna ask him or shall I”, neither of us wanted to ask him so we drove on. We were now outside the polish bar but I told him enough is enough I’m of to bed. We went back to the B&B and rang the bell, after about 15 mins they let us in. I was too tired to complain, I jus went to my room.
Morning came and we decided to quickly get a fry up and piss off back to london. There were not many options as almost every shop was boarded up so back to the Weatherspoons it is. We sat outside and tucked in to our food. A young man about 22 in a electric wheelchair saw us eating and took a shine to my drink. This man had a tube in his neck and didn’t speak. He gestured at my pint glass as if to say GIMME THAT. I didn’t know what to think. He then started shaking my table, he tried to grab my drink. I said “hey stop, its only apple juice” he then muttered a noise resembling “ohh”. He was no longer interested in my drink (perhaps mistaking it for beer). I again looked at my mate, this time he wasn’t laughing his head off. He looked back at me and said “lets get the f**k out of here”. That was all I needed to here. I knew it was time to leave, so on that note we left, never to return again.

By: Maz

to start off, the word chav basically originated from chatham, as in the ‘Chatham Chav’.
you think of kent as a nice place, and it is, and medway also has its nice areas (mostly in the countryside) .. chatham is a dive! walking through the high street you meet a variety of people ranging from the cast of The Only Way Is Essex and Vicky Pollard.
its quite fun to be honest, if your ever bored with nothing to do.. take a trip to chatham high street.. 10 year old mothers.. 90 year old crack heads.. and of course the usual nutcases that every town has. we even got hit by the riots.. they were not protesting anything they just got bored so they set wickes scrap bins on fire. The kids are anything from 7-29 and their all either smoking, drinking or pissing someone off, you feel vulnerable and intimidated.
You’ll get threatening looks from people when you get your purse or phone out, as if they’re going to jump on you.
I will never stereotype anybody from medway but some of the people who hang around in chatham are filth, you see them all hanging around outside the job centre half-cut or high as a kite, stealing from the shops from as young as 8. groups of people of any age purely out for a fight and not enough police to go around.
Medway can be lovely, ive lived in cliffe woods/cliffe and hoo all my life and its nice but chatham and gillingham are given us southerners a bad name.
By: chloe hughes

While Canterbury isn’t brilliant, it’s not too bad. A nice tourism industry, lots of friendly people. Maybe there’s a bit too many young ‘uns hanging round after school, but that’s because of the high amount of schools around the city centre. However, the estates in Sturry and Hersden are festering pits of unintelligent and violent little shits.

Sturry itself is fully equipped for a chav population: a large estate, a chippy and a few pubs. However, the chavs which populate this dung heap are barely a threat for most normal folk. The chavs are cowardly youths, who will not even start on anyone without outnumbering them 5-1, and violence is unlikely. Any small fights are ususally in the park, and consist of one group of chavs beating up an individual. The chippy and corner shops are friendly, and the service is fine, but at later hours become unavailable due to the sheer number of chavs wanting cheap food

Hersden is a different kettle of fish, where even the younger chavs will start fights to prove a point. Once, when i was a year 11 who went to school in Canterbury, i was threatened by a 12 year old on the bus to Hersden. While hilarious, this showcases the threat of the idiots and scum who live in the estates. In Hersden, there’s nothing to do, so most chavs just hang around the estates, waiting for someone they don’t like the look of.

Unfortunatly, inbetween both estates is a small, quiet and charming village called Westbere, almost entirely inhabitated by elderly people. The nearby lakes and fields have become a haven for activity, with bottles half-filled with alcohol strewn everywhere and the stench of smoke sticking in the air

By: Anonyamous

Yet if you were to take a trip to the town centre and look past all the historic buildings and occasional street performer and you would see the first signs of an infestation.  Yes there is a McDonald’s, but there’s a McDonald’s nearly everywhere these days.  There is also a pound shop, but there is a high student population in this city who must retreat to this shop to buy supplies from the meagre cash leftover from tuition fees and booze.  Occasionally you would see a flash of the infamous Burberry ‘tartan’, or a retina-bursting brightly coloured shell suit, or a figure with a hoodie pulled over his baseball cap doing his best to look ‘well ‘ard’, or hear someone shout incoherently as their ‘pimped-out’ car rushes right past you at an insane speed.

This is the early stages of a chav infestation, focused mainly at the council estates at Sturry Road and London Road.  On the A2050 there are two subways that run underneath it that several of my fellow students and I must go through in order to get to university or to the town centre.  There you can see further evidence in the graffiti clumsily sprayed across the freshly painted white walls; freshly painted to cover up the previous graffit.  There too, during the winter when the rain chases them away from hanging around the McDonald’s or TK Max, they congregate to hassle and taunt anyone unlucky enough to want to walk through.  Believing themselves to be ‘well ‘ard’ in front of their ‘mates’ as they jump in front of passersby and gesticulate wildly as their atrophied muscles and cheap cider-dulled nerves struggle to interpret the orders from their enfeebled brain to do something approximating a dance, while chattering utter nonsense in their faux-black ‘gangsta’ slang.

There are not many chavs in Canterbury, the infestation is nowhere near as bad is say Romford in Essex or perhaps Maidstone in Kent.  However, they are there, and they must be stopped.

I feel it is my duty to inform you all about this town that I can only describe as the festering cat turd in the Garden of England. Sheerness is an industrial eyesore and the majestic ‘crapital’ of the Isle of Sheppey, on the North Kent coast. If you have never heard of Sheerness, that’s because it’s the kind of isolated hellhole, you have to go far, far out of your way to wash up in. It is not somewhere you just leisurely pass through on your way to more salubrious parts of North Kent like Chatham or Gravesend. It was my misfortune to be a frequent visitor to this insular chav paradise and for 6 miserable months, a full time Sheerness resident.
So lets take a tour of Sheerness-on-sea.

To guide you I have taken a satellite map of Sheerness and shaded the different areas.

The first thing you’ll notice as you approach Sheerness by car on the A249 is the smell. I can only describe it as mixture of burning car electrics and sulphur. This allegedly comes from the Steel Mill and of course, is in no way toxic, in fact, it’s just like breathing in fresh alpine air. You will soon come to point 1 on the map. Here you can park and savour the sight of the Steel Mill in all its non-third world glory. It really is breathtakingly beautiful just like Port Talbot. As you travel onwards, you will drive past Blue Town before you know it. Due to the prevailing wind, Blue Town usually gets a good dose of the alleged meadow fresh alpine air from the Steel Mill. Consequently, no one wants to live there apart from Junkies and various other assorted filth.

In no time at all you’ll be in the heart of this bustling metropolis. Well, the bottom of the High Street, Tescos and that shining beacon of non-chavdom McDonalds, as you reach point 2 on the map. Here is one of the finest chav spotting areas in the country. Yes, the whole country. To the right of McDonalds is the Sand Pit. In the summer months, the local chav community like to avail themselves of something from McDonalds £1 menu and chav it up in and around the Sand Pit like flies around shite. Don’t ask me what the mythical attraction is of this kids play area (apart from somewhere to walk your pitbull cross) and for the love of god, don’t go spotting at night when Tantra nightclub is in full swing. You will need counselling for years to get over the Post Traumatic Stress.

If you have the stomach to proceed into the heart of the beast Sheerness, you can now head for point 3 on the map. This is a designated parking area for visitors, as I’m sure you’ll want to explore to truly unremarkable High Street. If you roll up on a Tuesday, you can just forget it and find another car park, as for on Tuesdays this area becomes the chav holy shrine, where all come to worship just after they’ve dropped their clutch of illegitimate children off at school and cracked open their first can of reassuringly costly French Lager. Yes, behold Sheerness market. So good, a free bus service picks up vermin from outlying holding pens such as Rushenden and Queenborough to pray at the Alter of out-of-date crisps, broken biscuits and snide designer wear. Hallelujah!
Point 3 is what some people consider the Sheerness Golden Triangle, the Market, the Police Station and the Job Centre, an area where Sheerness chavs spend 90% of their time, when out of the house. It has to be said that Sheerness is one of the most densely chav populated places in the Home Counties. A town only rivaled in the infestation league by the mighty Chav Mecca that is Chatham. However, Sheerness seems to counteract this chav density by having the highest population of freaks I have seen anywhere. Now what do I mean by freaks? We are talking the retarded, fugly, walking posters for why cousins should not breed. Forget the backwards island keep-it-in-the-family urban myth, this is because an alpha Chav can impregnate so many 14 year old schoolgirls, that half of the next generation don’t know they are genetically related.
If you are thinking of moving to this god-forsaken town for whatever reasons, commuting, low house prices, insanity, etc, please, please, don’t do it, even the pits of Thanet are more attractive, believe me. However if you want to regress to a more simian like primitive creature, be my guest!

Greeting to Rule and Rule, Mann & Co, Ward & Partners, Sheppey Estates, Broadway Estates and any other agents on the Island of Dreams!

Point 1 – http://tinyurl.com/2ws2ypc
Point 2 – http://tinyurl.com/35xzt3c
Point 3 – http://tinyurl.com/322f9bs

Having lived in this seemingly peaceful & quaint seaside town all my life it seems like a relaxing place to live.  However, & obviously, there is another side to this story.

The Ramsgate tourist board pride itself on having a Royal Harbour.  So.  Who the f**k wants to see it? Essentially it’s just a just a place where boats park.  Occasionally, ferries go to Oostende & Dunkirk.  Who’s going on these ferries when there only a 20 minute drive & a channel tunnel journey away from Calais where the Utopia of cheap fags & booze awaits.  It’s the only town in the World who’s appearance is made more attractive by an off shore windfarm, which to be honest, in most places are an eyesore & essentially just lampposts with the Mercedes logo spinning from them.

Now the town centre itself.  I feel the best way to describe it, is imagine an Olympic Village.  No the inhabitants aren’t at the peak of physical fitness, instead there are lots of people wearing tracksuits, who can barely speak English.  Most of them have also perfected the Manchester monkey walk with their Doberman’s on a leach made out of a chain link fence stolen from a car park of a furniture store warehouse.

It is such a bad place to live now, that when the cannabis farms in the town were destroyed by the Police, it must have left a gaping hole in our local economy so deep it is beyond ever recovering.  You will often see market stalls set up in the middle of the town centre which makes it impossible to cut a wide berth when you see someone coming up to you & trying to sell you stolen second hand goods at a largely inflated price, of which they refer to as a ‘pwopper bargain mate’.  With the amount of different stuff on sale, from beach towels to alarm clocks, it is literally a convention for ‘Jack’s of all trades. Masters of f**k all’.

The only good thing about the town centre was Woolworths.  It’s not there anymore.  Infact the contributing factor to Woolworths going out of business was probably because the chavs of the town, which there are many, stole so much stuff they were running at a loss for the entire company nationwide.

The Newington Estate is a great example, of how the benefits system has failed the tax payers of Great Britain.   It’s a good thing the Jeremy Kyle studio is in Manchester or they would just have people turning up from here all the time.  I have frequently visited this estate & on a couple of occasions I’ve seen cars on fire in the street.  I must say that not all people from here are scum, but the ones who are, are the worst type of scum.  You know, the sort that never work or want to work, have children at 14, have their hair pulled back so much that a cheap alternative to Botox has been created, drop out of school relying on decent people to support their alcohol & drug problems.  Yeah, that type of scum, who if you ask to go f**k themselves, they may give it a try.

The night life isn’t that great either, although there are many different nightclubs & pubs with most of them having free entry.  I will use only one example to make my point. The Sovereign night club.  Most nights, at least two lads will have a fight or an argument outside, where the rest of the public (including myself) just watch on as a sick form of entertainment, might aswell though, inside the music is rubbish, the TV’s just show Sky Sports News on it’s ever boring loop & no one can afford the drinks.   Then when your leaving the clubs & maybe fancy a thing to eat, you may get assaulted in a kebab shop like I was once. This twat said he slipped on the carpet & bumped into me ‘by accident’ when instead he punched me in the back of the head & pushed me into the glass display where my elbow was cut, although the punch was pretty weak & he is probably a heroin junkie.

This town used to be good, as was Margate, in being popular seaside towns for many tourists but most of the people that have moved from suburbs in London have turned it into an urban wasteland.  I am actually surprised that the suicide rate for this town isn’t higher than that at Beachy Head as it’s so morbidly a depressing place to live now.  I’m not denying that some parts of it are good, i.e. most of the westcliff is pleasant, usually clean parks, good views of the sea (although some days you can clearly see France) & the beach, but now it is the only place in the world where a tuxedo & a shell suit are the considered the same thing.

I am recommending immediate evacuation from here for the decent citizens, maybe Canterbury & maybe further beyond.  Then maybe the 10,000 artillery shells it deserves to have levelled at it will commence.  To some up how rubbish it is here, there’s a verse about it in ‘The Thanet Anthem’, search it in YouTube & it will give an indication as to what I’m going on about.

Having the town of Deal appear on this site at all is laughable and what a sad individual it must take to deride any aspect of such a pleasant and historic town if he or she lived here or knew it well.  Jog on and leave us to enjoy the place.  Just learning how to use a forum are we?  Too bad you didn’t learn to spell.

Well, reading through, i’ve noticed that both Canterbury & Ashford have both well afforded a mention. However, somewhere in the middle just off the main A28 is the “chav stop off” called Chartham, (Known by the locals as Char’am, with a kind of uhh in the middle).

I grew up in The Hyde. First few years were great, but then like any housing estate the chavs flocked to the waiting lists from miles around like flies to a cows arse, not to say that chavs are in anyway related to the flies, well maybe they are.  Running the estate are the Junior Chav Posse (JCP), a group of 12 year old chavs, you can tell the different sexes only by the creoles that I think the female of the species wear and if you want to get the low down on whos getting laid by who, you can check out the chalk inscriptions under the archway between 20 & 21. Don’t loiter there too long, and if you need somewhere to hide form any chav parents, somewhat puzzled by the appearance of a stranger in the hood, you can take refuge in one of the many burned out cortinas or escorts in the back carpark (watch for chav stained needles and condoms)

There is a top end in the estate (the estate was built on a hill) and it seems the king chavs live up there and the peasant chavs lived at the bottom, I have to admit, I never had the courage to go up the so I can’t comment. But watch out for stray chav dogs, they used to be pitbulls but over the generations have been cross-bred with their owners, who knows what they are, and they will bite you and do off with any jewlery.

Out of the estate you head up Bolts Hill, I can’t believe developers tore down the white house, (a derelict 5 bed – painted white) this was a great hang out and kept around 20% of the JCP off the street at any one time, a notorious stop of for a shag and a joint.

What ever you do when you reach Shalmsford Street DO NOT cross over into Bobin Lodge Hill, it is rumoured that the oldest chav family in the uk live down there, nobody quite knows when they date back to.

Turn left up Shalmsford Street and you come to the Chav County Primary School, formally Stour Valley Secondary. It is said that this change from secondary to primary school came about by a secret annonimous protest of non-chavs lead by the local vicar, in an attempt to rid the village of teen chavs for 7 hours of the day.

At the top of Shalmsford Street is the former St Augustines Hospital, this psychiatic (mental) hospital was closed some years ago, releasing its inmates onto the streets of Chartham. Nobody quite knows what happened to this sudden surge on the population, some say they were all rounded up and dumped in Griffin Lakes (Owned again by Chavs), some say they simply intergrated into the chav population (and thrived, being of similar minds)

There are a few nice places to visit, the local w(rec)k is often quiet (on rainy days) as too is Shalmsford w(rec)k. St Marys’ Church is quiet from wednesday through to Saturday, Sunday to Tuesday you wont get past the religous gold clad chav mums queuing to sin for their chav kids and dogs misdeeds.

Infact if you find yourself driving down the A28 heading past Chartham, you are better off just keep on heading past, chances are there will be a 7 year old kiddie chav with a key that fits your car.

Top ten things to avoid if visiting Chartham:

10  Bakers Lane
9    Telephone Boxes
8    Anyone between the age of 2 and dead
7    Dogs that look as though they’re inbred with humans
6    Humans that look as though they’re inbred with dogs
5    Knives, Guns and Needles
4    The streets between 4 and 5 pm. School home time.
3    Top of The Hyde
2    Griffin Lake
1    Bobin Lodge Hill

And if you do find yourself in Chartham whether visiting, or you took a wrong turn……

………..Good Luck !!

and one further note, if you are heading Canterbury bound and manage to get through Chartham unscathed, do not stop in Thanington.

I often wonder if I am desitined to evolve and grow in a chav environment as I not live in Hailsham Sussexs’ Chav Central and the birthplace of the Chav. Check out this story http://www.chavtowns.co.uk/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=843

This is the second time i have posted this, but the first was in reply to a faversham thread, however i did not think irt would get enough people reading it, if anyone wishes to send me a message saying how wrong i am, how obviously unintelligent i am not to realise that these people you’ve never spoken to to or know anything about are really the scum of the earth or anything else please feel free, i am going to go answer the door now to my friend Nathan, who is probably drinking a can or beer and smoking a roll up, and yes he probably is wearing his prison issue shoes and TN hat, I think he is probably bruised and battered from a fight he got into last night, i think he’s here to get teh recipe for rockcakes off my mum and for me to help him with his reading.

I think that you are all making yourself look completely ignorant and vile by the way you stereotype and judge these people.
Everything that has been said has been completely exagerated and im disgusted with how people make faversham and its population look when i doubt a single one of you have ever even talked to any of these “chavs”.
I am 17 and I come from faversham and am probably friends with most of these peopel you are talking about, probably some of the “worse” ones, the druggies and car theives and such like.
Do you have any idea of the backgrounds some of these people come from? Or would that just be another point of riducule? That these kids have grown up in care or have been abused? Funny isnt it?
Now I’m someone who’s grown up in a background of festivals Bob Dylan and The Small Faces, however that does not make me a snob to any of those that you may consider “The lower class of citizen”
I’m utterly appalled that people could be so vilely judgemental!
I agree that some of these people can be as bad a you say, but that does not mean to tar them with all the same brushes, what about the christian “geeks” that turn around to my gay best friend and tell him he will end up in hell? Something which me “chavvy” frinds would never dream of doing.
Yes you say they will shout at you in the street, but you seem to be the kind of people that walk past and give us a dirty look, which beleive me is never appreciated.

All my friends are welcome in my house, whether they are wearing a cheap nike hoody and are drinking cheap beer and have their eyebrows peirced, or they are flamboyantly gay and are listening to Madonna. Or they are bedecked entirly in black and have Job For A Cowboy on their Ipods.
Now in your little world this must mak no sense whatso ever, that a so called “chav” would even consider being friends with a homosexual and a heavy metal fanatic?
But this is because you do not know these people in the slightest.
Yes they’ve been in prison, yes they get into fights, but that doesnt stop them being the loyalist of friends, people that will see my mother in the street and help her carry her shopping home, these people who you judge that have had battered childhoods that the school system and adults have given up on are actually still people.
So please next time you think about reaching out your filthy tar brush to stain people you dont even know, think about the 15 year old in his adidas hoody and fake burberry wearing big gold rings carrying a empty can of beer sitting next to me on my sofa watching loose women with me an my mum and eating a cake him and my other mates had just helping my mum make.