Bromsgrove….a little town on the outskirts of birmingham, infested with the “chav scum” that makes up over half of it’s population. Here the chavs are either of one extreme or the other. One extreme being they are seven year old wannabe chavs, smoking and drinking, swearing at any unexpecting member of the public who is not a chav (which is a minority) or forty year old former chavs trying to relive their youth.
The “place to be” if you are a chav is McDonalds, either working there or “chillin” in your spare time, this is where the chav population of Bromsgrove tends to go. Hanging around in massive groups, blocking pavements and in general making Bromsgrove look like even more of a s**t hole than it already is.
However most Chavs spend their time driving around the town centre over and over again, bromgrove has a pathetic excuse for a town centre so therefore it doesn’t take long. driving around and around, showing off their “wheels”, beeping their horns everytime they see a “fitt” chavette. In reality their cars go no more than 20 mph, weighed down by the spoilers, alloy wheels, and assortment of bumper stickers, not forgeting the safty feature of not being able to close their doors! Entertaing the whole of bromsgrove with the vast array of dance music, blasting out of their N registration car, sticking their heads out of the windows, banging their heads along to the “crazy” rhythm.
Nightlife (if you can call it that) revolves mainly around the club Euphoria. Passing by this “club” (about the size of a top floor of a terraced house) you are likly to see a long line of twelve year old chavettes in their “clothes”. These clothes, fail to cover up the rolls of bright white fat, blinding innocent victims as they pass. Asses and boobs hanging out in the attempt to look eighteen. When in relality all they need to do is flash the security guards and their in. These fashion disaters designed to attract a member of the opposite sex (basically a chav).
A typical bromsgrovians vocabulary (most typical Bromsgrovians being chavs) consists of no more than four letter words, thrown togather in an unreconisable syntax, with the odd “like” and “ennit” embedded amongest the utter crap that escapes from their mouths. All in a failing attempt to sound clever.
There is one place in bromsgrove where you may take sanctity, this is bromsgrove school. A very respectable priavte school, untouched by the forces of chavs. If a chav even comes within a thirty mile radius, i’m sure they would think twice about it, with an army of guys with their baseball bats coming to “sort em out”.
Bromsgrove is a boring town. The only thing that makes it interessting is the fact that you can laugh at all the chavs. Overall the world would be a better place without chavs let alone Bromsgrove.