Beaumont Leys. Great place to shop if you hate going into the city to Highcross. Got Tesco, Argos, Wilkinson, Superdrug, New Look, Costa Coffee, Blockbuster to name a few. What I’d like to know is why did they decided to situate this place in such a shithole?

You go up fairly early, 9.30 am. Chavs are already lingering outside McDonalds playing the tacky rave/rap stuff they call “music”. You get funny looks while constantly hearing the words “Stink!” or “That’s so dro!” shouted out. You see them hanging around the market buying anything they possibly can – normally fag lighters and then trying to nick a couple of jewellery items, causing trouble. They all seem to be attracted to Sally’s Hair & Beauty although its pretty obvious they won’t buy it from there, they’ll go to Wilkinson or Poundland to get a cheaper equivalent.
Its pretty obvious to pick them out in Tesco. They’ll be there with the over done make-up, hoddies, tracksuits, smelling of fags and alcohol talking like this:
“That’s well sick innit blad!”

You are just an innocent shopper and you are surrounded by these lot.
So what do you decide to do? Carry on regardless – ignoring them. While you shop they crawl in front of you with their ridiculous hats and trousers half-way down their legs in their group looking around to see what they can possibly take. You eventually get the shopping done, you get to the till and they are there throwing abuse at the people on the till;
“I ain’t took nothing mate. Don’t come near me or I’ll knock you out!”
Instead of a 5-10 minutes wait it turns out to be more like half an hour. Eventually, you get out and you take the route behind the Leicester Leys centre to get home. You go past the Football club and you get to the crossing. Chavs are there in the car park, snooping around the cars, vandalising the benches with “Laydeh Ecstacy nd Miss Kaiileh bma 4eva safe” and shit. Carry on home!

Just some advice, don’t go to Astill Lodge. BIG MISTAKE. Expect trouble.
Don’t go to the park either, its in the middle of nowhere and just outside the Astill Lodge area. Say you younger people, you are a normal, innocent person just there with a friend or friends and you head back to the shopping centre, don’t look at any of the chavs because they’ll come up to you and start a fight. Expect to be slapped. They think they own the place and they treat you like dirt, its not safe. Nearer the shopping complex, areas like Blue Gates Road and surrounding areas are pretty dangerous, have your wits about you. If you can, avoid going down there. Not everyone there is bad but its has a bad reputation. Also, never advertise where you are from (LE3, LE7 etc.). Its all competition of the chav zones.
So yes, Beaumont Leys isn’t all it cracks up to be. Certainly a chav centre in Leicester. Beware!

Leicester town center is a dump, you go into town ( which is were i will be going today) you will see an array of different chavz.
you’ve got your ;

baby chav – young girl (13yrs) walking round following the older girls trying to look ‘cool’. wearing 10tone of make up and almost as much ‘bling’.

older girl – usually dunk slobbering on a male chav asking for a ‘shag’ whilst throwing the odd dirty look over at any one who happens to come within a meter of him.

pregnant chav- downing stella or any beer she can get her hands on, crying about the dad leving her, but at least she could get a flat!!still dressed in a micro skirt and boob tube at 7months pregnant!

boy chavz – usualy stealing some thing from a shop like a pack of plasters from superdrug, just to look ‘hard’ in front of his friends. commonly wearing a cap and hood with massive grey or white track suit bottoms!!

this is what i and the rest of Leicester every day!
i am sick of it. most of the people are the same age or just a bit older than me, so i always contrast my life to theirs. they can go out until midnight or later i have to be in by about 8. they can leep over any ones house with out asking, im not even alound round my boyfriend of 9 months!! it is shocking the way they go about there life. WHAT MUST THE PARENTS BE LIKE??? i will right a new report later of what happened in town. if i don’t i may have been stabbed for looking at one of them funny!!
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Coalville, or ‘Co-ville’ as it is known in regional dialect is a small town located in the midlands, and would seem to be a prime location for ’Chav’ or ‘Illegal immigrant’ spotting. The other percentage of the population of Coalville seems to be made up of old age pensioners or simply those who are verging on the brink of insanity. The whole town seems to have a depressing feel to it, and most of the time the inhabitants seem to walk around in a zombie like state, probably from the sheer boredom and dismal atmosphere of the place.
Chav’s can usually be found hanging around the ‘Belvoir’ shopping centre, which offers a variety of shops, such as select, and new look. There is also an ‘Argos’, for Chav’s to kit themselves out in the latest of ‘bling’, from gold clown pendants, soverign rings to creole earrings of all sizes. Coalville also offers a Scuba Diving equiptment shop, a range of take aways including a Turkish restaurant, and a college, Stevensons college, or ‘Stevo’, and of course lets not forget ‘Snibby’, ‘Snibston Discovery park’ which overlooks the town.
If Coalville were to be summed up as a smell, that smell would be of urine, damp dog, and cheap cider.

This article aims to correct this site’s incorrect assumption that there are no chav towns in the East Midlands!  There is no topic heading of that name, anyway.

Loughborough was, not long ago, a sizeable yet not too big, industrial yet beautifully-situated, town fairly equidistant between Leicester, Nottingham and Derby.

Loughborough’s biggest council estate had been built as a model estate in the 1920s.

Then came the expansion of the university.  And McDonald’s.  And the Nova.

And then Marks & Spencer’s, British Rail, you name it, stopped buying British and the factories closed.

Putting decent people out of work.

And providing sites for chav flats.

One factory which specialised in quality coachbuilding, the Willowbrook, has now suffered the ignominy of becoming the site of a retail park.

With a Halfords where a steady stream of chavs come in to inquire about how to lower a Fiesta.

With baseball caps back to front, the chavs used to race round the Willowbrook in their ancient small cars.  They didn’t know why it was called that.  They didn’t even know THAT it was called that(!)

Until the police stepped in and had speed cliffs installed.

Since then you don’t see so many dark blue and bottle green Novas there with darkened windows and resprayed Polypipe (R) sill extensions…

Chavs in Loughborough often travel round by pushbike.  For this reason, there are many bike lanes painted on the roads taking up useful roadspace.  Which is why, when you stop on the pavement to look at the painted bike markings on the road, you run the risk of a chav cannoning into you riding his pushbike on the pavement, fake jewellery a-swinging.  There’s no way he could use the brakes (even if they were working) as he is talking on his mobile phone.

It becomes a lottery for pedestrians at night, when chav bikes speed along the pavements without lights.

Loughborough used to be a town with one pub for every 800 inhabitants.  Now it seems it has two pubs for 20,000 students.

The student chav community is like a vast bloated leech draining the life out of Loughborough.  There is not one pub left in the market place now but hordes of white-T-shirted chavbeest stagger round the darkened centre at night, looking for a place they can get WKD blue alcopops or cider with ice in it.

The Ashby Road which leads from town to the university has so many kebab shops that the Americans are set to invade it soon.

And no-one would want to have to clean up on a Sunday morning!

Student chavs tend to dawdle in packs at the beginning of the “academic” year, as they have never learnt any road sense.

Then, they will crash into your car on their pushbikes, as they still have not learnt any road sense.

Then, they get their first Nova or Paxo, and still have no road sense.

Then, as the university has expanded at a vast rate in recent years, they go and rent a semi, abandon their chavvy cars everywhere and start giving the house some active neglect.  They have a great sports centre, so play football in the street where they can damage ordinary people’s property and cars.

Where to meet a chav?  The nightspots seem like a good idea, but if you draw a blank there and at McDonald’s, there’s always outside the magistrate’s court on Woodgate where all the smokers lounge, overlooking the site of a pleasant Italian restaurant which has been knocked down to build 100 chav flats!