Chavtowns is a public blog dedicated to horror stories of towns run by chavs (council housed and violents). The blog is stacked with highly impressive tales (sorted by region!) of the antics of the chavs, most of which are too out-of-hand to post directly. But this should give you the gist:
Romford is commonly referred to as ’slag town’ and i’ve heard that a number of times when people have asked me where im from. The thing is, its hard to dislike Romford – its a slice of fried gold next door to Dagenham and gangster paradise Ilford. But, its notorious for a lot of really embarrassing and stupid things – notably its chav form. Slag Town, and I heard it from a Dagenhamite once, is a haven of orange tinged cockneys. Girls walk around with dodgy make up and highlights with the typically Romford talk ‘me old mucka’ and ‘wa’s goin on son?’. Unlike other outer London Boroughs, Havering is surrounded by cackholes like Basildon and rough Essex-boi areas like Loughton and Debden. Literally everyone in Romford wants to be Danny Dyer and you see flocks of angry young men with comb overs and polo shirts heading towards Liquid and Envy on a Friday night ready to get ‘gattered’ or find a girl and ‘bang her’...
Romford is one of those areas where if you look at someone on the street, you WILL be challenged. The number of times I have been threatened by a yute on a pushbike and a hoody is big big big and it isnt uncommon to see a 14 year old girl with a ponytale and tracksuit top holding a baby in one arm and a fag in the next.
I also found this rather stupendous story, which through a stroke of some kind of blind Internet info juxtaposition luck I was able to actually find the video of, attached at the bottom of the post. It’s… well, just watch it.
Arguably the thing that made Crawley famous was a little event in an area local to my house called Tilgate Park. A place where, shockingly for Crawley, there are very few council houses. Single mums teenage mums, however, are surprisingly enduring when it comes to finding a home. Anyway, some chavs who were feeling far more clever than they actually were hooked a moped up to a child’s roundabout. They proceeded to rev it and cried in youthful glee when the engine caused the toy to spin. Three Chavettes then seated themselves on it and the fun began. It spun so fast that the stupid s***s were thrown off and given broken limbs and third degree friction burns. This made NATIONAL NEWS and so it should. We should remember the amazing depths of chav idocy. We could scarcly believe it. Other chavs could scarcely believe it.