Chichester – Well what can i say? It’s quite frankly invested. You basically take your life in your own hands being different in this place.
Burberry cap wearing, “argos bling” incrusted, nonsense talking goons are more common than the postman and i hear more attempted “insults” from them then if i were to take father jacks alcohol away, that is if you manage to understand what they are actually saying first.
The most common of all of these “insults” is “Greebo” it certainly doesn’t do it’s job very well considering it doesn’t insult me in the slightest, it just becomes rather annoying, especially when coupled with “Ah look itza Greebo ‘innit maaayte” erm…excuse me???? These irratating dickheads have a number of places they enjoy “hangin wit da crew” The cross, where they shout insults at anyone who unluckily happens to be passing. Outside one stop, where they gather in immense numbers to tuck their track suit bottoms into their socks whilst hurling yet more insults at anyone who won’t buy them fags and Macdonalds where the older ones park their neon lighted chav-mobiles after deafening us with their um-cha um-cha um-cha s**t beforing taking over the place and treating their pregnant 15 year old girlfriends to a romantic slap up big mac.
I wouldn’t have a problem with them if they didn’t have the attitude problem and feel the need to hurl abuse at people who haven’t got dressed either blind-folded or in the dark like themselves, have a far better musical taste and actually have a decency towards other people. As for the “chavs in training” (the little cocky shits who think they can take on the world and insist on getting in your face) well they enjoy wondering round town harassing ordinary folk going about their daily business and always enjoy kindly explaining that “their older bruv is gonna batter ya one” I really have to fight back the laughter, for use a word in response with more than 3 letters and they are totally bemused.
Simple advice: avoid the place!