Ashford or Trashford? Oh how I dread walking up East hill to be met with the podgey fat faced, tracksuit wearing inbreds who stare at you as if you just raped their mother. Calls of “what the f**k you look at?” and “you starting?” ring out like a church bell every Saturday afternoon.
Ashford could be so good, with great housing and lots of shops, but all the chavs f**k it up by standing outside the shops, intimidating anyone if they wish to enter. Most of these chavs migrate from the North school AKA Mr. Chavvy’s F**kabout School.
All these bellends should be moved to one of the refugee camps in Kent. That’s anothe rthing. As the chavs are moving out, the streets of Ashford are being polluted with asylum seekers. Oh how I long for the day where there will eb a war beteen the two in McDonalds. 3 birds with one stone, eh?
I’m hoping that the town will at least lose it’s moniker of “Chavviest Town In Kent” before any of my offspring enter this world but hey, hell would probably freeze over first. Signing off…