Ah Bexleyheath. There have been several posts already on this wonder of a town, yet I feel that no one is summing it up well enough.
FIRST A POINT- IF YOU WRITE IN TEXT YOU ARE A CHAV. THIS IS NOT OPEN FOR DEBATE. SENDING IN THINGS IN TEXT MAKES YOU AN ILLITERATE SCUMBAG THEREFORE A CHAV. THANK YOU.
Anyways Bexleyheath. Around the times of 10:00 to 2:00 it is generally pleasant enough. However after this time the clock tower and fountain area of the Broadway becomes filled with the dregs of society. You have young schoolchildren of many varieties, doing nothing except loiter and attempt to accquire cigarettes with the ultimate ice-breaker of “Oi! Got a spare fag?”. They usually can be found outside Costcutter asking people over the age of 18 to buy alcohol for them. If the child in question is female she will offer oral sex as an incentive for you to purchase their booze. If you decline you are then subjected to a volley of abuse, usually incoherent and amusing. After 19:00 on Friday and Saturday nights is where the fun begins. Young males and females make their way to RSVP where they drink far too many alcopops and then decide to fight each other/the bus stops/the telephone boxes/most inanimate objects that won’t fight back. The morning after usually resembles a flood of urine, vomit and discarded condoms. The cycle then repeats itself again.