The Tranquil Spa Town set in the garden of England, visit the town renowend for its famous spa and georgian Architecture. That it seems was a long time ago, the town if now full of Burberry capped, tracksuited, reebock classic wearing pissants! All doing the same thing as the seem to do ALL OVER THE REST OF THE COUNTRY!! Can someone explain to me how you could possibly think you looked good wearing tracksuit bottoms tucked into a pair of white sports socks!! Where the HELL do these people come from!! Swaggering about, acting hard and trying to out do each other on who can be the f*****g dimmest. But I have a plan…..I want to organise a cull, keep Britain Chav free kill Chav scum today!!
The name is deceiving, Royal Tunbridge Wells. A strange town where the rich hide away and the chav’s dominate. The pleasant suburbs of High Brooms and the Shepway estate house the majority of chavs, with plenty of outlets for them to purchase scratchcards, McCains Microchips and Sunny D. The tracksuit clad mutants can always be relied upon to steal your car stereo within minutes of leaving your car parked at the local railway station. Like any other chav town, the local Wetherspoons pub is the hub of the chav’s social life. From here they can spend their dole/child support on cheap alcopops. They then eagerly stagger home to inbreed into the early hours of the morning, whilst watching re-runs of their Uncle losing on Jim Bowens “Bullseye” on VHS.