I live near telford and me and my dad sometimes go out for a drink in a pub up there where some of my dads friend hang out. There is always trouble in the area as there are two villages nextdoor to each other called sutton hill and woodside. These to villages hate each other and the headbangers from either villages meet up every night in gangs of 30 – 50 for a fight. We must have been up the pub up there at least 5 times and there has always been trouble. The first time we were at my aunties party when someone was found dead in the toilets suferring from a sever beating in the head. The second time i was there my dads friend got a chunk of his face bitten off by a headbanger that didnt even know him. The 3rd time a couple of lads from woodside walked in and they both got slashed by stanley knifes and riot police had to come in to save them. The 4th time someone got murdered again after gettin beaten up by a chav with a baseball bat after a local rape. And the last time I went there, there was a local football match on between telford united and shrewsbury fc, the headbangers from the hard parts of telford (woodside, sutton hill, donnington, and general telford) all went down to a field to fight the shrewbury football hooligans. The result was with hundreds of people getting arrested. I have been walking around telford on my own alot recently and have been stopped by local chavs asking me for a spare “ciggy” i just say no and walk off before trouble occurs. Looking around the midlands and msot of england telford is one of the roughest, nastiest, chavviest towns I have ever seen

Just to keep you up to date, the spar at Shawbirch was burnt down in an arson attack by the very chavs that used to shoplift from it every night. Which means of course that the Shawbirch Chavs have now migrated to Wellington, as if wellington wasn’t bad enough already. I’m surprised you only gave it a fleeting mention. I used to live in Telford and returned there for a night out in wellington with some old friends. Jesus Christ, you can’t move for single mothers and teenage freaks who think they’re the bollocks. The streets are strewn with human waste, it’s bad enough in the day time when they all congregate outside the benefits office or fighting in poundland, then there’s the pissed up tramps at the top of town but atleast you can engage them in conversation as they were once normal people. At night however,wellington is ruled by chavs, whole herds of the parasitic crettins roam the streets shouting unintelligable grunts, pissing and vomiting their way through an average saturday night, it reminds me of the film Resident Evil, when you look in their eyes they convey an air of mindless vacuity matched only by a gargantuan arrogance which invites you to take a swing at them. When you do administer the thrashing of the miserable wretches life though, you find that they have a collective swarm mentality and while the first few go down like a sack of shit they are reinforced by their brethren from further afield. Their isn’t even a means of escape from this shithole, when you reach the bus station you generally find that it has been laid to waste by soap dodging morons fuelled by cheap cider, every step closer is met by the crunch and squelch of broken glass and vomit underfoot. when you approach the actual bus shelters you find that they have been commandeered by local children who find this an irresistable environment for sniffing glue and having sex. People of late are generally only attracted to wellington if they want to see a good bare knuckle fight or a stabbing. The rest of telford is in a similar state, drunken men fighting over fat slags to the sound track of police sirens.attractive women are few and far between. however, pox ridden obese slappers proliferate. most of them sporting slut hoops, that particular style of earring which denotes the wearer as a gang bang jizz mop. the size of the slut hoops worn usually correspond to the size of the owners diseased benefit scrounging orrifice. the only respite to be had was when local black guys started turning up dead or shot by the police, the whole of wellington and hadley was boarded up and the local black and asian population rioted for a few days, this had a very intimidating effect on the chavs and as a result during the riots you could walk the streets without fear of being accosted by leering wastrels looking for a fight. I have since moved to redditch, a single mother offered me a blow job if I would buy her a bag of chips. Out of the frying pan, into the fire, eh.

Being a observer of the Chav’s has nearly driven me mad as I foolishly ask myself WHY? and attempt to understand the Chavs.
They hang out in the phonebox in the street then smash it up at least once a week, then they attempt to walk through the broken glass barefoot!!! like Chav-swarmi !
They trundle up and down the street between each others grungy houses all the day and night yet still need to scream and shout at each other from opposite ends of the road!!
At present it is autumn so we’ve come to expect the firework obsession for the next month or so. The Chav’s steal everything that ain’t nailed down, whinge about being piss poor in the ghetto innit, whine that they can’t afford to buy ganga and beer yet blow their pooled giro’s on fireworks every night!!! Oh the unfairness of it all!!!
Even though they’ve turned me into a neurotic curtain twitcher I can’t decide which ugly, tracksuited bloke lives where! They all look the bloody same!
Most surprisingly of all, the Chav’s can’t under stand why the rest of us don’t want to Chav it large!! I personally like my sofa if sitting on the urine soaked pavement freezing my arse off is the alternative!
I pray for the day these foul chavettes get knocked up and move out to the Fairfields estate but they may well be unshaggable and therefore unsuitable breeding stock even in this limited genepool!!.
Some more Chavstery’s:
Do all gansta’s live 20 to a house with their mum?
How does crime pay when you can only afford to blare your stereo for two shite songs before the leccky meter runs out?
Don’t proper ninja burglers wear black not white tracksuits?
If they sit on their arse all day bored shitless why can’t they wash their minging hair?
I ponder……..I despair……

in little oswestry where i used to live(thank god i don’t live there now). you cannot walk through the town without passing a chav. i notice also with my ex-town that there is an excess of chavs yet hardly any chavettes i mean there about (and fat) but you never see them as they are either too young to come out or to laid out on the back seat of some older chavs car to be noticed. the main carpark is usually full of soop-ed up cars lined up diagonally at the top end of the car park where all there ‘juliez’ walk passed. this is where they sit all night untill its time for there factory work in chirk in the morning. Well not all of them are twats………… yeah right!!!. well who ever posted before said that all the young chavettes go to the little vic once a month which is true but most of them 14+ go to the other vic anyway and claim there 5 bottles of vk blue or orange (yes i went there too once) with there paper round money. Most of them skive of school to and i always remeber my last day of where we all got egged by the chavs in the park so most of us (rockers and punks) left and went to somewhere else and enjoyed the rest of the day. twats!!!. i think thats about it. Also though, we have 52 pubs so we get all the chirkers and welsh chavs (not meant racially) coming down and beating up all the towny chavs its quite fun to watch if you can run fast. My brother was once the victim of such an act. and yet i cannot positivly express my passion for calling chavs
TWATS!!!!!!!!!!
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