Most of them ain't that tough but some of them will think nothing of knifing you, etc. :S
Quite a strange area really as in general its sleepy and low crime but the town centre has a reputation.
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Most of them ain't that tough but some of them will think nothing of knifing you, etc. :S
Quite a strange area really as in general its sleepy and low crime but the town centre has a reputation.
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Really? I thought Cannock was all well-off horse-riding people?
We used to go on exercise around Cannock Chase and kept getting complaints when some lost horsey person found themselves riding through a position occupied by a load of armed men and tanks!
Actually, dog walkers were more of a pain - Here's us all cammed up and concealed, miles from anyone anywhere, when from nowhere will invariably come a little yapper-type dog to pester you and give your bloody position away!!
I'm sure if it were chav-town, we'd have taken down a few 'targets of opportunity' somewhere down the line...
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My fav was last year. I pulled into a space at Sainsburys and a Chav pulls into the space across from me. I get out and look over at his car and its a Blue Hyundai Coupe with Japanese/Kanji writing down the side and across the bonnet. I let out a little chuckle and he shouts over "Nice Car Innit?" I replied, "not my sorta thing but each to their own, So why the Japanese/Kanji stickers on the car?" he says "Yeah I put them on as its a Japanese car and I have seen others do it so I ave, is that a problem?" So I laughed and walked away saying "its not a problem at all, but you do know that Hyundai is a Korean company not a Japanese Company?" His face was a picture...
I was hoping you where going to tell him he had the Kanji for something rude on his bonet
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Not that many chavs in Stafford. They're usually seen hanging around outside McDonald's or in ASDA in their pushchairs (which you don't see much of in Tesco or Sainsbury's).
First flat I had at uni was in a high rise block on a council estate, it was a lot cheaper than student digs and I basically had a 2 bedroom flat to myself which had it's advantages, computer/games room being one of them, spare room for friends to crash if needs be etc. It wasn't that bad as the local housing team had the sense to put me in the one with a 24/7 concierge on site which made our block quite quiet compared to the other two, in hind sight when they gave me 3 sets of key's and said 'pick one' I should have probably thought something wasn't right, but I was young and naive. This isn't to rubbish council estates, but if you imagine almost every single stereotype that's probably getting quite close. Particular highlights include but are not limited to:
The estate pub - it was suggested by someone who was later arrested for murder that it probably wasn't a good place to drink, the police eventually shut it down but not before nightly running battles took place in/around it. It's the first (and last) time i've seen police vans with riot screens deployed regularly driving round and police cars get bricked regularly.
You could see the Police Station/court from the block, it was only a 5 minute walk, you'd often see people presumably late to report to answer bail rushing up the road to reception or to the court.
The only person of obvious non white ethnicity had his home petrol bombed by chav's because he was different. He'd lived in the place for years and never bothered anyone.
The first night I moved in someone was cut from his groin to his belly button over a dispute about less than a fiver, my parents arrived later that afternoon to drop some of my stuff off to find the exterior entrance being scrubbed down and commented how nice it was that they made the effort to keep it clean. I didn't have the heart to tell them the truth.
The council chose to house a number of refugees from Bosnia/Kosovo in the blocks after the neighboring council had issues and protests that resulted in violence while doing so, they understandably had difficulty fitting in, but rarely caused any grief or disturbed anyone. That was until one found out his family had been massacred, he tragically decided to take a short trip off the 15th floor balcony and managed to hit the only solid object for 500m which was the access chamber for telephone and power. The local chav's played 'I believe I can fly' on loop for hours loudly.
A friend was asleep in bed with his pregnant other half and hears a loud knock at the door, he gets up and finds a chav with a machete telling him in no uncertain terms that if he doesn't keep the ****ing noise down he'll be getting a much closer look at the machete, slightly taken back and half asleep my friend points out he was in bed asleep, the chav offers his apologies politely and walks down to the next door to repeat the process.
At one point the armed response units were called in after some of the local residents decided they weren't keen on the local chav's and started taking pot shots at them with air rifles.
Another friend opened his door to find a girl passed out and bleeding out in the hall.
The estate shop used to be a favorite hang out for chav's, they'd linger outside, you walked in and everything was behind the counter area and you had to ask for it. Occasionally you'd get grief walking to/from the shop, i'm 6-4" and at the time had long hair (it was the late 90's/early 00's), that is until the day I went down in my giant Homer Simpson slippers, on that particular evening they parted like the sea for Moses - I don't think many of them had seen slippers before.
I used to joke that the main difference between the estate and Beirut was Beirut had a recognized civil war going on.
After a few years I moved to a nicer up and coming area and purchased my own place, one summers evening i'm sat talking to my wife in the bedroom with the window open, our first born laughing and giggling as we did the usual family stuff that makes a 1 year old laugh. I hear footsteps getting louder as two people walk past, the conversation went like this:
Chavette: 'You still got that £2?'
Chav: 'Yea'
Chavette: 'If you giv it us I'll let you finger me'
My wife looked at me in horror... sadly, I do what i almost always do in such situations and said what i was thinking. 'Don't get any ideas'. Our daughter very nearly witnessed domestic violence that night.
The estate pub - it was suggested by someone who was later arrested for murder that it probably wasn't a good place to drink, the police eventually shut it down but not before nightly running battles took place in/around it. It's the first (and last) time i've seen police vans with riot screens deployed regularly driving round and police cars get bricked regularly.
You could see the Police Station/court from the block, it was only a 5 minute walk, you'd often see people presumably late to report to answer bail rushing up the road to reception or to the court.
The only person of obvious non white ethnicity had his home petrol bombed by chav's because he was different. He'd lived in the place for years and never bothered anyone.
The first night I moved in someone was cut from his groin to his belly button over a dispute about less than a fiver, my parents arrived later that afternoon to drop some of my stuff off to find the exterior entrance being scrubbed down and commented how nice it was that they made the effort to keep it clean. I didn't have the heart to tell them the truth.
The council chose to house a number of refugees from Bosnia/Kosovo in the blocks after the neighboring council had issues and protests that resulted in violence while doing so, they understandably had difficulty fitting in, but rarely caused any grief or disturbed anyone. That was until one found out his family had been massacred, he tragically decided to take a short trip off the 15th floor balcony and managed to hit the only solid object for 500m which was the access chamber for telephone and power. The local chav's played 'I believe I can fly' on loop for hours loudly.
A friend was asleep in bed with his pregnant other half and hears a loud knock at the door, he gets up and finds a chav with a machete telling him in no uncertain terms that if he doesn't keep the ****ing noise down he'll be getting a much closer look at the machete, slightly taken back and half asleep my friend points out he was in bed asleep, the chav offers his apologies politely and walks down to the next door to repeat the process.
At one point the armed response units were called in after some of the local residents decided they weren't keen on the local chav's and started taking pot shots at them with air rifles.
Another friend opened his door to find a girl passed out and bleeding out in the hall.
The estate shop used to be a favorite hang out for chav's, they'd linger outside, you walked in and everything was behind the counter area and you had to ask for it. Occasionally you'd get grief walking to/from the shop, i'm 6-4" and at the time had long hair (it was the late 90's/early 00's), that is until the day I went down in my giant Homer Simpson slippers, on that particular evening they parted like the sea for Moses - I don't think many of them had seen slippers before.
I used to joke that the main difference between the estate and Beirut was Beirut had a recognized civil war going on.
After a few years I moved to a nicer up and coming area and purchased my own place, one summers evening i'm sat talking to my wife in the bedroom with the window open, our first born laughing and giggling as we did the usual family stuff that makes a 1 year old laugh. I hear footsteps getting louder as two people walk past, the conversation went like this:
Chavette: 'You still got that £2?'
Chav: 'Yea'
Chavette: 'If you giv it us I'll let you finger me'
My wife looked at me in horror... sadly, I do what i almost always do in such situations and said what i was thinking. 'Don't get any ideas'. Our daughter very nearly witnessed domestic violence that night.
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That..makes me quite grateful I live in a relative utopia compared to that.
Lets just say it's the polar opposite to where I grew up. In fairness affluent areas have the same problems as poor area's, the only real differences are the drug dealers tend to drive nicer car's and the chav's don't use the duty solicitor and the police tend to be slightly politer. Other than that it's not really that much different.
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When I first started going out drinking I was young and naive and went out with just cash, no credit on my £10 pay as you go phone and managed to drukenly lose all my friends. Decided to walk the 10 miles home though what to be honest is not a rough area at all. Heard a whistle behind me and there's 3 of them walking quickly with hoods up. Crossed the road. They crossed. Started jogging and they started running. Ran for abit and thought "I don't want them to crop me and end up on the floor". Stopped dead and turned around; said "What do you want?". The bigger one said "Give us all your ****". So I was like "Okay, here's my phone and wallet". They asked if I had anything in my jacket. I took it off and said "No, wanna check?". So the leader told his minion to check it - think there was like 73p in there which he took lol. He then handed me back my jacket and they ran off. The phone was worth £10. The wallet was empty. The jacket was worth £130 lol.
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And women who get raped should be blamed for it because they were wearing short skirts right?
Well when the authorities aren't around, you are the only one protecting you, why make stupid "holier than thou" decisions?
lucky it was just chavs... an American tourists got glassed not too long ago by some not very 'moderate' locals in the Islamic Republic of Tower Hamlets when they heard his accent:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...le-Jagermeister-drinking-wrestling-hands.html
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We don't tolerate them here so don't really see any. Only ever nasty encounter with chavs i had was on the train from Birmingham New Street to Bournville when i was staying at my grandmothers house.
And chavs have never glassed someone? Also, they look pretty chavvy in the video...
Haha you took this on an interesting turn.
Posts like this are why I love threads like this. Horrifying yet utterly fascinating.
It's clear what he means... why make yourself a target when you know chavs will hone in on you? To not cover up for 5 minutes while you get through makes no sense.
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