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Boscombe

Posted on: March 10th, 2008 by admin 9 Comments

I had the misfortune of visiting Boscombe on a Thursday.It seems to attract the Chav-Parents who have collected their social and decided to have  a Maccy d’s for a treat.Maccy d’s was full of father and mother chav scum with their snot faced kids in a second-hand push chair.The father had black-finger nails and loose fiiting jogging pants.The mother had hair which was syled at the Chav accademy of Hairdressing.The Kids eat their Maccdy’s was sampling the delight of running snot comeing thick and fast from their noses.In the toilet was a young chav and his father rolling up a fag and talking of the next burgulary.
Outside Macdonald,the pissheads and druggies congregate looking out for the local dibble .while chavs liter next to Greens with their short skirt fat slag who still has last night spunk running down her leg from the night before.
Boscombe must rate highly in the scum-bag capital of the uk.Scroungers,druggies,alchies,chavs.What a Shit-hole!!!!

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Poole ‘its a beautiful place’ yeah right!!!!!!

Posted on: June 30th, 2007 by admin 16 Comments

Poole…’its a beautiful place’ my arse!!!!!!!!! Who ever used that quote for Poole must have a white stick. The place is a state and is probably one of the chaviest towns i have ever had to live in. I mean the place is heaving with them..like flies around a kebeb stick. Pulling up on the local bus into Poole bus station and you are welcomed by the ‘kfc’ chavs who seem to never leave that little corner of the bus station. Sometimes you can have up to 30 of them there at one time, along the bus station a bit you get a lot more, buzzin’ round the newsagents and sitting on the bench. ‘!!*Z wa***rs bastards !!??ZZX’ is all you can hear. In the town centre dolphile shopping centre all you can see is groups of youths with burberry etc. Its hard to avoid them. The high street is no different either with idiots right up to the quay. All outskirts of poole are full of groups and gangs so is not a very nice place to come on holiday unless you live down sandbanks or over to the purbecks. This place is a real shithole. I got of the train from lodnon on saturday to poole. The first people i laid my eyes on were a bunch of chavs!! and yet there were more loitering around the benches up wimborne road outside the londis. outrageous. London is far less chavvy than poole and if u want a good holiday then dont come here or bournemouth in that case. shithole!

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boscombe….we are slowly takeing it back !!!

Posted on: March 9th, 2007 by admin 3 Comments

well about bloody time too is what i say…..okay so we had to endure years of shit being what is known as the opera house….well finealy it is now being used for live bands/music etc …ok i know there still holding slinky there ….BUT !!! we are wining as bournemouth/boscombe is starting to get back to being more altnative etc as we have more metal alt music bands comein this way now…..
and as for boscombe being chavy well it may b …if ya looking for em…i dont see em…im always down the beach thats why i live 5mins from boscombe pier !!!!!!!! and love it loads …..mind u if any1 brakes in they will have me to deal with so i hope it never comes to that !!!

mind u i hate bournemouth on a friday/sat night time in town by the ozzie bar man it sucks every 1 is trying to hit what ever moves its funny to watch but they are all ways blow ins from london etc that start fights cos they think they are hard cos they have had a few ….why WHY….YA OUT TO ENJOY YA SELF U TWATS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! …..i supose cos of my thai boxing im always watchin around me and any sign of a fight im gona out like a shot im not gona go out on a night out and end up in a fight why what is the point …dame london chavy typs.
and why do all these gangs up london way think its so cool to go out a shot who ever ????? have they no brains at all ????? what is with that ????

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Sherborne (or Shubbun – depending where you’re from)

Posted on: September 29th, 2006 by admin

Sherborne. An historic Abbey Town in North Dorset, within easy reach of the Jurassic Coast, ancient monuments and green and pleasant pastures.

Sounds great, doesn’t it?

Well… I wrote an article here a while back, maybe 2 years, and it seems to have been deleted… Can’t think why, other than to replace the mask I had so ruthlessly torn away…

Anyway; a brief summary: Sherborne is situated in North Dorset. Nearby is the chav capital of the North Dorset/South Somerset area, Yeovil. Sherborne is surrounded by picturesque countryside and some excellent views.

But of course, like all good things in life, there has to be something to spoil it. You guessed it, chavs.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am no T-totaler, but recently Sherborne has got a bit out of hand. The Cross Keys, and my namesake, has to be the biggest dive in the town followed closely by the rest of the licenced premises which I cannot place on the scale of dreadfullness since they are all so close.

However, I will mention a couple. “The Swan” I believe is responsible for the lowering of the already low standards the people of Sherborne have accepted. It’s open till 2, packed to the brim with the most awful people and supporting the most off-putting “bands” that dare to humiliate themselves there on a weekly basis. The Swan is if you like, the “nightclub of Sherborne”. This feeds that ever-present thorn in the side of any town… the late night kebab house…

Why don’t they just fcuk off? The mess the chavs create with their skanky lamb ass “kebabs” and “chips’n'cheese”… These parasite-like kebab houses feed off and at the same time feed our chav culture. They ensure quiet places are kept noisy for 6 hours a night and churn out crap that no-one would eat when sober. At least the best chip shop in town has the decency to close at 10 whereas the skanks will stay open till the last scum comes crawling in to lick the vinegar off the floor.

This is mainly because no-one wants to waste their money in Yeovil and then have to pay rip-off charges to get a cab back to Sherborne, and also because door closing at the other pubs co-incides with “last in” at The Swan. Anyway, enough about that dump.

The schools… Well Sherborne has many. Clashes often occur between the public schools and the comprehensive. These are amusing to watch and give the town a bit of life during the daytime when there is little else to look at than old people and primary school drop-outs.

On the outside, Sherborne looks a “delightful” place, but when you’ve lived here for 20 years, you will realise it’s anything but that. At least they have stepped up the Police presence in the last few years… but that still doesn’t stop wing mirrors being kicked off, windows smashed, shouts and screams at 3am and a constant knowledge that this town is slipping slowly into a quagmire of chavdom from which it will never escape.

To summarise… there are too many pubs and piss-heads, too many secondary schools, too many chavs from outside seeing this place as a “soft touch”, that dump of a pub “The Swan”, Yeovil just down the road, too many drug dealers and an increasing acceptance of chav culture developing in the town. It has some nice shops (3 or 4) and looks nice to those looking in…

But believe me. Sherborne is not what it’s made out to be. Word is already out. You don’t need me to tell you.

My model for de-constructing the chav culture in a town (not city):

1) Deny late licences
2) Deny planning for late night kebab dumps

It’s simple. Otherwise let our towns rot in their own self-inflicted filth.

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Weymouth – home of the CSA whore

Posted on: April 6th, 2006 by admin 15 Comments

Chavtowns don’t get much more inbred than Weymouth, at the wretched end of the UK.  Assumed by many to be a beautiful part of Daarset, it’s a white trash ghetto populated by CSA whores.  Judging by the ‘local beauties’ inbreeding has clearly been rife for some generations, even the women have knuckles that scrape the floor.  Fashion bypasses this town; style and culture are anomalies.  I lived there for five years, working for a ‘fashion’ company – a contradiction in terms if ever there was one.  The local plebeians generally object to a life of grind, opting instead for 16 years of free and easy income generated by 10 minutes of grind, thanks to the CSA.  Yob gob girls with sophisticated names like ‘Tammy’ learn from their peers (who have all given it a go) that despite being severely slapped with the ugly stick you can still persuade a desperate teenager to sleep with you, then, armed with a paternity test get a subsidised house in Chaville, all the benefits a chav longs for and anything between 15% and 30% of the poor suckers earnings for the best years of his adult life. 

At the weekends the local chavs can be found hanging around the plethora of smoky pubs with their various latchkey children, it is unusual for any siblings to have the same parents.  The chavs like to sit about, smoking whatever is available, drinking whatever is cheap and generally ignoring their whining, bored, soon to be ASBO offspring.  A favourite trick of the chav indoors is to lock the child in a room via a stairgate, so that they can go upstairs and inbreed at will, creating more burdens on the welfare state.The nightclubs, of which there are many (all equally appalling), could be kindly described as retro nightspots, the kind of places that play ‘It’s raining men’ on a weekly basis without the slightest irony.  Blokes visit the seaside town to pull the local chav girls who have gained a well deserved reputation for being easy.  They usually end up waiting until about 1.45am to make a move, which is that point where the beer goggles start to kick in, catalysing the urge to snog a a chav, even though she would have made your skin crawl at the start of the evening, when you were sober.  When I moved there I thought Weymouth was just a culture shock to the senses – with the fishing nets hanging from the pub ceilings, the fat blokes with tied corner hankie hats on the beach – but the reality is it’s more of a toxic shock. 

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