What can be said of a town so dank that it has chavs of all shapes, colour and sizes. Its like that rainbow programme but instead of the colourful, george, zippy and bungle, you just get scruffs, wearing trackies of all colours with their pom d’esprit – the cursed white trainer.
Walk down Leytonstone High Street, you will see chavs hanging outside Dixy Chicken, complaining about how expensive the meal deals are. (they cost 99p). It must be difficult for them as they have spent their dole money on crack. And old ladies know better than to hang around the high street and get mugged.
Walk further down the high street and you get to new look and mothercare. Something funny about those shops being next to each other. You get the 12 year old chavs making a fuss about the cheapo clothes that they wanna shoplift for the date their going on later that night. Give it two years they’ll be shoplifting next door, when they’ve been banged up ‘by my man’. Shouldve shoplifted some johnies.
I hate this place and i did the sensible thing and got out. Im live very close to the angel of the north, and see it most days and it makes me smile, because i know i am a few hundred miles away from that hellhole leytonstone. Having said that a few hundred miles cannot make me forget that cespitt of chav.
Get out whilst you have the opportunity