Away from the bright hair and big piercings, Camden has a side to it that would put Guildford, Dagenham and any other of the dross-holes nationwide to shame (or is that pride?).
Being Camden born and bred it shames me to say that my home town is a production line of hooped-earring/flat-brimmed baseball capped wallies with the vocabulary of a pre-born wild boar. Saying that, a lot of them are quite hard and I may well get a kicking if they read this.
Top spot to visit is Belushi’s, which is a bar that must be an act of antipodean revenge on the British to get back at us for the poor service given on the boats going down under in the 1700’s. A Friday nght in there is like an explosion in a beige and tartan factory. There should be tigers jumping through the girl’s earrings and the lads’ trackie bottom waistlines are closer to the deck than their bellies.
Also, being London’s 3rd (I think) most popular tourist attraction, we get chavs from all over the world. It is a truly heart-warming sight to see so many dimwits, from so many nations, congregating at the Lock on a Sunday afternoon. Despite being a home to so many of the UK’s brightest sparks, this lot manage to lower the IQ of the area by about 60%.
The crowning moment was seeing one of them telling a lad (of Somalian heritage) who was born here and raised here and has never claimed a penny in benefits to: “f**k off back where you comes from” (sic).
Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner?
PS No offence to any of the local chavs that may read this. Although, if you can switch on a computer, you’ve probably graduated from chav to prat.