Well, you could say that Redruth is a small mining town in the heart of Cornwall, set around a red river and beaches. But step afoot in the town centre and you will be hit with an influx of 6 toed buck tooth Irish Gypsies, who won’t just take you for everything you have, they’ll make you look right cunts whilst doing so. Then you have the local drunkards who gather outside Iceland and slouch against the wall almost 24/7. Huddling together sharing body-warmth, White Star and their sisters. Move slightly further down town and you will find a nice burnt out toy shop which cleverly has been broken into and is now used as a needle drop in, where crack heads can freely dump their aids ridden needles and exchange them for someone elses. Further a field again and you may be unlucky enough to find the infamous ‘close hill’ estate, which has been on the national news several times, mainly for earning the award of the first curfew for a whole estate in the country. congratulations to anyone from close hill reading this, your eight legged mother will be impressed. Back to the town centre now, and you will find the majority of people shopping/stealing/jacking up are infact eastern Europeans, which is ironic considering that everyone from Redruth hates anyone that isnt their cousin. Funnier still is the drug dealer above a charity shop. They regularly get burgled by armed gangs and never learn their lesson. Well that just about sums up this poverty driven, eastern European majority, racist, interbred gyspy community.

If you have ever payed a visit to North Cornwall then the chances are you have stopped in a town called Wadebridge. Situated roughly about 8 miles or so from it’s closest enemy Padstow (a name which when mentioned around Wadebridge is usually accompanied by a spit on the ground) Wadebridge boasts several shops from Supermarkets like Tesco to Shitmarkets like Lidl, yes Wadebridge has it all even a large Co-op and a cinema. Now at this point you may be thinking “well this doesn’t sound to bad at all I don’t see why you wrote this” well allow me to take you from the highstreet to the Co-op car park. Here we have the first signs of what the locals are complaining about, youngsters on badly tuned mopeds who drive around the car park until the early hours. Amazingly these arn’t stolen mopeds as these youngsters rich parents can afford to buy them mid or top of the range scooters and the necessary tuning kits which they leave there children to install. Cue the sound of broken exhausts, high revs and car wing mirrors being smashed off . Eventually the moped gangs congregate with the walking wastes of space in the skate park where they sit atop the half pipe smoking there overpriced odourless weed and sipping on cans of lidl brand lager or tesco brand cider. At this point we see another gang of youths appear, this group are made up of the towns lower class inhabitants, teenage fathers and aspiring rappers who cannot ryme two words together and are known as the “Wadebridge Boys Massive” one of a few gangs who inhabit the town. This gang has been involved in many of the towns notorious crimes such as stealing from vans, breaking into shops, spray painting the town and worst of all…………. littering. Eventually when the alcohol has dried up and the single mothers have been impregnated again the gang disperses taking with them there stolen goods ready to sell on for drug money the next day because the dole money simply wont cover the expenses.

Padstow, such a nice holiday resort, Rick Stein (Celeb. Chef), branding everywhere (well he is the only source of income for the town).

There’s also lots of nice little shops too (ok he’s not the only income but main income) and a nice little harbour to walk around.  Padstow isn’t too different from the nice picturesque villages of Mousehole or Perranporth or towns of St. Ives etc.  And nothing like the sh*t holes of Penzance, Newquay or Camborne.

The only problem is…  CHAVS stuck there as they don’t have jobs!

There’s unfortunately a gang of over 25 kids and adults (all chavs) who literally sit in the town’s bus shelter every night getting p*ssed up and taking goodness knows what, and then proceed to taunt and try to beat up as many visitors as possible that venture by.  Read on, i’ll tell you more!

I recommend you visit the place sometime, drive past the harbour, take a right, and look to your left before the road turns into a usual 6ft accross Cornish Street and notice how all the time, one little lad stands up to try to  lure people into a fight, only to let them find that his whole chav scum of a family and his chav friends (of 25 or more people we counted) are sitting down out of view armed with bottles to smash the victims heads in.

The police (who we used to break the scum up) don’t seem to care one bit about the problem and I have been told by one of the Drugs Police officers (typical they’d know the place) that they’ve only ever had one code 0 (sh*t come and help!) and that was in Padstow.  I’ve also met people who have had their faces cut up with bottles by this gang.

So why doesn’t Rick Stein tackle this problem instead of talking about how nice his fish & chips are?  (They’re not that good at £9 in summer btw, and certainly not worth a gang-bottling).

Anyway I think it’s purely because he doesn’t know the problem exists in his town.  I’m a great fan of his shows, and this was the only reason I visited Padstow.

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