Written by Anonymous. Posted in South East, Surrey, United Kingdom

Thanks to the rouch Council estates that surround that hell-hole they call Redhill it is a paradise for Chav-watching. In particular underneath the Library/Theatre at weekends. Chavs gather there in full regalia – lots of cheap Bling, girls with hair scraped back and put into a bun or scrunchy, short jogging pants and white trainers are de riguer – not that they ever jog or do any sport whatsoever apart from shoplifting. A mobile must be permanently placed near an ear and have a inane conversation whilst trying to light a fag from the packet of 10 Richmond or Mayfairs.

Another place worth visiting and to mock these sad f*****s is the Lidl Supermarket 50 yards up from the library. This is where Chavettes push their little Wayne or Waynonas in crummy buggies. Lidls sell the most un-nutritious food- actually their olive oli is cheap and very good, but Chavs wouldn’t know that. To be a true Chav mother you must be no older than 17 and ram sweets and crisps in your kids to shut them up. A real Chav mother will have her boy’s head shaved and have him in a cheap Footie shirt. I loathe Chavs with a vengeance.


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  Written by Anonymous. Posted in South East, Surrey, United Kingdom

I must have done something pretty ghastly in a previous life because, having survived three years working in the chav-ridden cesspit that is Croydon I am now commuting 90 minutes each way every f*****g day to the chav-ridden cesspit that is Redhill.

Set in otherwise passable countryside, Redhill is a festering sewer of a town. Its architecture is like the slime the devil wiped off his bellend after taking the rancid corpse of a wildebeeste up the jacksie. It is without a single redeeming quality except possibly that the road and rail links are OK and you can get the f**k out of it quite quickly. And you will want to, believe me.

As soon as you get out of the station, the prevailing chavviness hits you in the face. Take your life in your hands as you dodge Kev and Trace veering in and out as they try to work out how to get off the ring road and into town.

(Did I mention Redhill has a ring road? It’s a rather tortuous one, of the kind town planners loved in the 60s. I believe that it was set down not so much to keep traffic moving as to keep the chavs in. Unable to work out how to get out, they lounge around the centre of town inbreeding. Realising the damage that was being done to the gene pool, the council recently legalised sexual relations between unrelated people in Redhill, but it will take several generations to reverse it.)

If you survive the ring road, the first thing you see is either a) McDonald’s, besieged at all hours by 12-year old proto-slappers with miniskirts fractionally above their fallopian tubes or b) the Abbot AKA the Stabbot, recently and pointlessly refurbished, mecca of Surrey chavs (see the spot-on review in www.beerintheevening.com) and yet still far from being the worst pub in Redhill. That would be the Sun, cheapy Wetherspoon haunt of every local psycho and nutter. Or the Dog & Duck. Or plastic paddy hellhole O’Neills. Or – oh take your pick, they’re all f*****g terrible. Lidl and Iceland are the main stores, bien sur.

Get past all this and the rancid chip shops and you’re bang in the centre of town. Here, amid the paaahhhnd shops and general tat hangs out the biggest collection of Harry Ramps, Care in the Community victims and dopey looking ten-year old chavs in the making. I swear they all have EXACTLY the same jug ears and vacant stares.
One of the highlights of Redhill is a doorway behind the shops in which the sexual doings of the chavs are documented. Sadly ‘Paula Rice masturbates with carrots and broccoli’ and ‘Kayleigh Andrews is a fat slag and a horse that eats grass’ were erased some time ago, but the fact that Terry Hall sucks himself off cos he can’t get any is still live. Terry mate, you live in Redhill, you should get your kicks however you can.

Thursday is the pinnacle. Not only is it market day, it’s giro day and pension day and thousands of chavs come out of their ponds to gaze at mobile phaaaaaaaaaan covers and two for a fiver CDs of pan pipes and f**k knows what else. I have never seen a chavvier spectacle in all my life.

The weirdest thing is that Redhill runs into Reigate, the archetypal posh Surrey town, complete with Georgian market hall, nicey-nicey craft shops. To all intents and purposes they are the same place. It’s as if Reigate went out on the pull, woke up with a sore head and was too polite/scared to get rid of the rough-looking bird lying next to him in bed in the outsize burbery knickers.



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  Written by Anonymous. Posted in South East, Surrey, United Kingdom

After all the unfortunate office fodder (forced to work in Redhill after their companies’ exodus from London in pursuit of cheaper accommodation) have left for more salubrious parts, the town centre of Redhill becomes a sea of Chav’s from all generations. Their main centres of attraction are the usual suspects such as McDonalds, Wetherspoons, the Thursday market (awash with white trainers, baseball caps and cheap batteries) and also the local nightspot The Embassy. Couple this with Redhill’s reputation for housing a large selection of care in the community lunatics and vagabonds means that Redhill is a must-visit area for the Chav Spotter. However, be prepared to be either verbally or physically abused by the aforementioned, clearly over-furtile, Chavscum (from the ages of 10-90) if considering a visit here.


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