This has got to be high up in the ratings, I think this is the hive where chavs breed, or at least go shopping.
If you wanna find chavs then go for a look around the “Ellesmere centre” or the car park behind. These chavs have brought bad taste to new heights. Dressed in pink tracksuits with burberry handbags, pushing a scrote in its pushchair, while talking s**t on a £200 mobile fone, talking about nothing, except “ring me back, me credits going”
I spent an entire afternoon parked up in the car park watching the pond life pass by… does blair know or care that the giro collectors spend thier benefits in Tesco’s , taxi’s and hampsons sausage rolls?
scally central, grandad looking most dapper in his grey NIKE sweatyshirt and £1 shop trainers, bundling his latest proceed into the untaxed astra…
I nearly pissed myself when an astra got its bumper torn off by a chavette in a golf that pulled out in front of it