Despite the quite multi-cultural nature of Bradfordians some little twunt Charvers decided to plague the area with plegm, bloody modified cars and filthy little baby chavletts.
Apparently the most blingin’ place for a filthy chavster to hang out is the Leisure Exchange where they flick the v’s at any non-chav who happens to wander by. I once got into a fight with a few lady chavs who had ginger pony tails scraped up on their heads, hooped earings and screaming babies nearby. I should also add one was only 13, no joke. Anyway, their comeback were the most hilarious things I had ever heard, “go listen to moshah music you bluddy goffs”. Truly sickening I think you’d agree.