Chavs. What can I say? They are taking over Corby, much to the distress of the rapidly diminishing half- decent population. Corby has always received a bad press but this new breed of scum has made Corby’s general image hit an all time low.
Hang outs? Well, our ‘lovely’ town centre is a favourite haunt, along with our disused bus station (a replacement is long overdue, Tops Estate!) Outside these areas, the deprived Lincoln and Kingswood estates, which have crumbled into sorry decaying heaps over the past few decades ( note I say ‘decades’ not ‘years’), are also Chavster favourites. Here they gather to drink, eat their chips, swap their girlfriends and boyfriends among themselves and scare the OAP’s of the area witless with their threatening image and spectacular swearing.
It’s not easy being a young Pink Floyd fan amongst this bunch. In fact, it is difficult to have a coherent conversation with most of them. Conversation topics range from whatever utter rubbish is ‘gracing’ the Top 40 to whatever ‘celebrity’ is in the Big Brother house. These discussions are punctuated with inappropriate ‘likes’ and ‘yeah buts.’
Goths and grungers are usually the main targets of the Chavs in this town. Whenever a gig is held at the Willow’s Art Centre in the town, it more often than not culminates in a bust up of some description.
On the plus side, our market stalls are thriving due to the fact the they sell fake Burberry baseball caps extremely cheaply!
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