Chavtowns – Britain's worst places to live!

Swindon has continued it’s decline as the arse-pit of England, most notably thanks to Swindon Borough council, who have accelerated Chav breeding with their countless hair-brained schemes.   The most obvious being the town centre, or what locals refer to as ‘pound-land’.

Anyway, enough about that. The reason for this post is the farcical rise of a new breed of Chavs. The ‘chavistani’.  These little hyenas hang around in packs and try to intimidate people with their slick LA wear, complete with handkerchief neck ties, gold plated ‘Ratners’ chains (almost touching the floor as these street monkeys never touch 5ft 2in) Evisu (very un-cool) jeans and Wiltshire cross Goan attitude. Hilarious!!! I challenge you not to check out Facebook and not p*ss your pants laughing when you see these little street urchins posing in this gear. Hilarious!!!!

Swindon, Ok so it might not be the worlds worst hell hole, but you’re sure to find the words “wanna say that to my face” littered around here. Cockey little tw*ts march around schools pretending to be black – One of my friends is of Jamaican orogin, I don’t here him calling me his blud. The other thing is our chavs cannot face it, they know they are failures and like most chavs – just shout a little louder. Call them a chav, god it all goes off then, they wanna be known as Towny or Gangster. Gangsters unlike chavs, know what they are doing meaning, they can steal money and not get caught – Chavs in Swindon can’t adjust to the fact that they are not tough. And that is what makes it so funny.

We don’t really have massive gangs, not that i’ve heard of. But Kids here want to make em’, not hard to see it happening in a few years time. It’s also not hard to picture street wars once gangs get going, drugs everywhere. Thats why England is being torn apart, the forces can arrest as many terrorists in iraq as they will but what’s being done here, on our own turf.

And that’s why something needs to be done, If the police aren’t doing anything, we need to. I’m not saying start a gang and go after chavs, I’m talking about spreading the word of change, around the web that we take for granted, websites like this is what we need more of. But we want publicity in other communities, how to help people stuck in fear of leaving a gang – how to teach martial arts, giving more opportunities to fear stricken kids. Life isn’t fair, everyone knows that – but the thug community have surely overstepped the line, I’m trying not to preach but if we can’t stop this soon there is surely going to be riots, revolutions and change that should not be so. If you really care about England, Its time to reclaim the streets.
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Oh dear, I’ve lived in Wootton Bassett for donkey’s years now. I grew up in a peaceful neighborhood, went to good schools, made lots of friends. But children grow up don’t they?

Chippenham is a small market town in Wiltshire, 15 miles East of Bath. I was living happily in Bath until my landlord decided to sell the house. My friends came to the rescue – or so I thought.

They had bought their 1st house 8 months previously in Chippenham (they couldn’t afford a house in Bath). They  started to struggle with their mortgage so asked me to move in with them. I thought it would be better than being homeless and I’d been to Chippenham once before to visit them and it seemed a nice place. I was wrong!

My friends privately owned house was next to a council estate, in fact the adjoining house was a housing association house. It homed a single mother and her 3 chav kids and the loudest dog in Wiltshire. During the day they would get pissed, throw litter into our back garden and row. In the evening they would also fight. Most of the other families in the area were the same and would stock up on booze in the mini market directly opposite our house! From 4pm until 9pm the mini chavs (8 to 14 yrs old) would hang out in front of the shop using the shop front as a football goal and swearing at any one who walked past. From 9pm onwards the older chavs would take over and vomit everywhere.

I still worked in Bath and spent as much time as possible there; even at the weekends I would travel into Bath to go shopping and meet friends, because Chippenham is a dump, there is nothing to do there. The high street has a Wilkos, Woolworths, Argos, JJB sports, several mobile phone shops and a Greggs (yummy!) It is infested by the worst dressed mini chavs, teenage chavs, 20 yr old grandmother chavs (grow up) and the thuggish 40yr old male chavs covered in tattoos, cheap gold jewellery and pit bull terriers who parade up and down the high street or the road around the corner which we called  kebab alley – a lovely road that consists of takeaways and charity shops.

Apparently there’s a night club in Chippenham but I never found it, although a friend from Melksham went there and said it was great if you like young girls! As for pubs there is the Four Seasons in the market square. It would be great if it wasn’t for the people who went there! There’s also the Old Road Tavern which I went to a lot. The pub has more than its fair share of locals including the fat, single mother parents
in the back room with their (I assume its theirs) kids suckling off
their breasts whilst they enjoy a nice pint of  Tenants. In
the corner on Friday lunchtimes (Friday club) sit two young lovlies
with their slave. Friday and Saturday night is chav night – literally – with enough burberry and gold chains to make you laugh into your pint of Guiness!

Then there is the chav mode of transport in Chippenham – you get the usual mopeds and knobs in Novas and Clios who for some reason hang out on the bridge at the bottom of the high street. What’s worse though are the Subaru Imprezas. I used to love these cars but in Chippenham they have become the chavs favourite mode of transport. They’ve turned a decent car into a chav mobile. But because they are owned by chavs they are old Imprezas that have been reconditioned and probably only have a top speed of 80mph!

The highlight of the year in Chip’ numb is the annual folk festival. Morris dancers would dance in the high street and be heckled by the local chavs pissed on half a pint of Kronenburg. It would be a lovely little festival  – if the locals didn’t turn up. I always thought it would be nice to live in a village or a little market town, but after 12 months in Sh@ttenham give me a big city any day. I do not wish to turn into a one eye chav. I want a life!