An absolute **** mecca hidden away in the leicestershire country. used to be a peaceful village but now has become over-run by arseholes. Clad in the Sileby **** uniform of baggy wu tang clan jeans (i kid you not), shirt unbuttoned down the front, cap worn at forty five degree angle and spliff behind the ear, they patrol a strickly maintained territory. This includes the memorial park ( go there after dark and be subjected to mouthfuls of abuse from junior ***** trying to impress their 8 year old girlfriends) the new tesco express where groups of them hang around outside trying to intimidate shoppers although these attempts are usually laughable, as most people either ignore them or threaten them. for older *****, the steps of the local community centre is a place to drink turbo white cider and take drugs whilst trying to find people to attack, occassionally this works as a family friend had his cheekbone smashed for “lookin at my missus”. However, the top chavspot in the village has to be the Malt House Pub, formely The Duke of York. This is where veteran ***** (15+) gather on thursday, friday, saturday and sunday evenings for a night of drinking attempting to fight , abusing passers by from the windows, making their ladyfolk! cry and the grand **** finale of covering themselves in their own vomit and collapsing in the middle of the road. Other hobbies for ***** in sileby are the monday morning expeditions on the number 2 bus to get their benefits and the now manditory pilgrimage to the std clinic.
The village has got so bad recently that my mum and dad have moved about 8 miles down the road (after 22 years) and although me and my girlfriend have another 3 months lease we are looking to buy a house anywhere but sileby. A terrifying prospect for normal people who chose to stay in sileby is that the new houses that are springing up are attracting a new and unthinkable phenomonon; ***** with money…….