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bugger _WRITES "Warsop is a place where people have
only just learnt to stand up straight, we refer to these as
Warsopians. Ex pit workers, single parent families or just dossers,
you know where to find them.
The pubs make a roaring trade in
the daytime, and they would not dare shut down the post office for
fear of all the Warsopians claiming their Living Allowance, burning
the place to cinders, these simple-minded invertabrae have not yet
developed a way of expressing their frustration, so they can only
express it through violence or vandalism.
Ex-miners tend to
live in the pub on their pensions, whilst the other old Warsopians
stay in their houses in fear of even going to Somerfield, the only
supermarket in this godforsaken hole.
The very few enlightened
Warsopians will leave the shithole as soon as it dawns on them that
there is absolutely no chance of enlightenment for the majority of
Warsopians.
The centre of local culture are the Talbot and the
Hare and Hounds, where fishwives gather to receive the daily gossip
and to grab a quick wrap of skag.
Most female Warsopians leave
Meden school unable to read with an aspiration to become knocked up
by any local skaghead whose dick has not yet fallen off, fortunately
for these disgusting uneducated foul mouthed and foul cunted sluts,
the average Warsopian male is usually either too drunk , stoned or
just plain stupid to care who his fishwife might shag.
These
young sluts are so rough, disgusting and unkempt when they lose their
cherry, it is referred to as loosing their Sardine.
Dumpies'
the local cornershop, is the local socialising point for the young
Warsopian chavs. The Male chavs tend opt for Diamond white as this
offers the best alcohol to money ratio for their meagre state
benefits which they have worked Scrounged hard all week for, although
many do not even manage to collect it for weeks because getting out
of bed before 5pm when the post office shuts is too much of an effort
for these hard scrounging parasites. Female Warsopians will try to
appear adult and sophisticated with their taste of wine by drinking
Lambrini cherry.
The local lingo consists of the salutations
flower, petal, love, duck, babe and chick as most Warsopians lack the
mental agility to remember names and faces due to past alcohol
abuse.
The only nice part of Warsop is the Carrs,
unfortunately due to the problems of delinquent juvenile Warsopians
who have not yet taken up the local job of scrounging, the Carrs is
the centre of youth activities which include attempting to drown in 2
foot of water, shooting swans with a pellet gun and getting drunk and
leaving all the empty cans and used needles.
Some forward
thinking female Warsopians are known to walk around with a mattress
and bells attached to their back just in case they happen to meet a
family member/inbred.
They are fucking inbreds!
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| :: East Wittering (Chichester)
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pantz _WRITES "Oh god, I guess we should start by saying that this is really a coastal suburb of that small city, Chichester - or Chi as it is referred to by the local scuffers. Filled with the retired, the stoned, the inebriated and the frayed cuffs middle classes, this place really is a dull shithole that thinks far too much of itself. Again, rather like Chichester, Wittering is home to the middling chav - estate agents/retail manager/marketing wanker; all these people would never regard themselves as chavs, but certainly behave as them. They rip each off, fight each other and have a general hostile attitude to people outside of their tired, rundown shit little village/suburb. Indeed most take pride in being a local thinking that the crap surf, shitty pubs and arrogant loser public school petty drug dealers are something to be proud of.
If you are wanting to move out from London, sign on, and get pissed and hassle people then this is the place for you
Dull basically
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| :: Gresford, where chavs rule.
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modernbenoni _WRITES " Gresford, a small village, a part of Wrexham. Gresford is home town to all types of chav, old, young, poor, rich, all united in a hatred against those who oppose them and their chav-tastic ways. Gresford is considered to generally be a better part of Wrexham, as it appears to be less infested with chavs. But believe you me, especially recently, the chavs have been out. It seems I can't walk down to spar, a two minute walk away, without seeing at least three chavs, and many more mini-chavs. Mini-chavs, the smaller, somehow more arrogant and ignorant form of the chav. They think so much of themselves, they think they can do anything. I'm not yet an adult, and am infact only 15, but I am still a lot older than many of these scum on earth, and so should demand some respect. I know when I was their age I wouldn't dare intimidate somebody, maybe twice my age, yet these pathetic excuses of human beings find they have the right, and power to try and intimidate and threaten me. Just last weekend, one passed me in the street, and tried to start a fight, the boy was well over a head shorter than me, and I know him from my primary school, the kid's 5 years younger than me, and he tried to start a fight! Of course I had no intention to be caught beating up a child five years my junior, so I simply implied he was gay, and confused him with some complicated insults, and his threats turned out to be hollow, no surprises there. The fact that he had the nerve to do this though I think is atrocious, and if he tries to pull anything similar in the future, I will take up his challenge to a fight, and show no mercy whatsoever.
Just today, following an argument on msn, in which I was repeatedly insulted by some filthy chav, also from my primary school, her and some of her friends came to my house, I was shocked that they would do this, but they did nothing, when confronted most chavs crumble, and resort to arguing with no threats, which they aren't good at, and if you can get them into this position you've generally won the "battle," and won't be hearing from them again.
It may seem sometimes that everybody from my primary school is a chav, and in thinking this I wouldn't be far wrong. This is mainly down to the fact that most people from my old school went to Darland, the nation's chav-breeding-ground. I'm not saying everybody there is a chav by any means, I know a couple of people there who aren't chavs, and these people are generally segregated from the rest of the school, and are often bullied harshly. I know several non-chavs who went there who had to leave the school and go to St. Josephs, before they were forced into chavvyness, a far better school. But for the vast majority, all hope is lost, they are easily converted into the scum by peer pressure. Infact, out of a class of 36, 30 went to Darland, 6 to other schools, only myself getting into King's school, a refuge from the horrors of chavs, for the most part. And from my class of 36, 33 are chavs, 2, emo, and then me, a nobody. The two emos from my old class are my friends, they used to be such happy people before they went to the school, but now, they are subject to scrutiny for the clothes they wear and the music to which they listen.
What a world we live in.
(Sorry if parts of this seem a bit thrown together, I find it difficult to concentrate when I'm angry xD) "
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