In some of the more metropolitan areas of Britain, people may argue that Chav culture is non-existent, however in provincial Britain it is alive and kicking and is the overriding culture. Welcome to Chatham!
Legend has it that the chav virus was first discovered in this town and from here, spread to the entire country. The Chatham Girl mutated into the Chavette we have today.
This s******e of a town has two types of inhabitant, the p***y inbred local white trash and the knuckle dragging squadie cannon fodder. The lack of diversity in these two gene pools, mean that the local spunk buckets churn out spindly little ratboys and pigdog chavettes at an alarming rate. Most of the ratboys will be looking at a one way ticket to a young offenders institute, while the chavettes will generally become child mothers or crack whores. A short visit to High Street in the town centre is likely to leave the average person in a mood to ‘go postal’ in this cesspit.
For the dedicated chav spotter, Chatham has it all. Chav honey pots like MacDonalds, KFC, Primark, Poundland and Argos that the filth just cannot resist, not to mention the p***y jewellers that offer weekly payment schemes! “You wanna pay for ya big gold hoopy earrings or that special sovereign ring for Wayne with ya baby’s milk tokens? No Problem!” In most town centres, the town planners put all the Chav shops together in one street or area, leaving little chav-free oases for the rest of us. Not in Chatham, the High Street is one long drag of chav store after chav store. It is the envy of the chav inhabitants or other medway scum tips like Strood, Sittingbourne and the Isle of Sheppey.
Chatham – A little piece of p***y heaven right here on earth!