My Grandparents unfornately live just outside Gillingham so I am a frequent visitor of this Chav town. Words can do no justice to how bad this place really is, the town centre actually scares me a bit. There are so many chavs that sometimes i feel like the minority just because fake burberry and velour tracksuits are not my cup of tea.
I nearly (I emphasise the nearly) wet myself walking past mcdonalds and just to get the full chav mcdonald experience i went inside and got a napkin. Mummy chav is about 30 and looking bad for it she’s wearing her pink velour tracksuit 2 sizes too small got her essential elizabeth duke gold necklaces and earings on, is eating a greasy big mac while chatting on her new mobile (probably stolen) while Kayleigh (the daughter) is tipping the contents of a happy meal into 2 year old Bethany’s pushchair as the poor thing is crying possibly due to the fact her ears are loaded 3 pairs of argos earings. Her Aunt and Uncle are about 8 years old (Kayleighs step brother and sister of course) are wearing their hoodies and tracksuit bottoms with reebok classics and trying on their new mckenzie caps brought from Allsports.
I saw so much more but you get the general picture!!