Come to Weeting, Norfolk if you want to see nothing other then 9 year old chavs, dog s**t covered streets and a bunch of nut cases. Amazing what 1000 years of inbreeding can do.
On your arrival, after getting stuck at the station gates, obviously you will first see the “neighbourhood heros” of the village at the community speed watch, pointing their skanky hairdryer lookin piece of s**t at you when everyday they speed round the city in their skanky massive four wheel truck rubbish that they can’t seem to park in their own driveway.
After passing these intelligent individuals (that only have their inbread children to show for their lives) you will drive round the notorious speed watch corner into weeting and will see a 50 year old Portuguese biker infront of you causing you to fear for your life with the approaching traffic behind the corner.
If you drive past park view you will see approximately 4 nice houses and then be met with the skanky council houses and gypsys at the end of the street. If you’re lucky enough to come at the time of the only mildly exciting thing that EVER happens here – the steam engine rally you’ll see the beautiful sights of the entire teenage chav population of Brandon, hockwold, feltwell, methwold and Weeting, will probably witness at the least 2 stabbings usually the result of gypsys and farmers arguing, you can see the lovely sight of the extremely responsible adults getting pissed at the skritty beer tent while their children are probably getting groomed or raped.
If you travel down shadwell close you will be in the presence of a load of f*****g nut cases get out as fast as you can everyone down there is scummy and gross avoid at all costs would genuinely rather cut my own legs off then go anywhere near the skets down there.
Traveling further into Weeting you may pass the primary school that used to be decent, but is now s**t. The teachers [allegedly] don’t know any of the children and the midday supervisors are [allegedly] incredibly rude to children, staff and parents and quite frankly, think they run the place… honey, if the best job you can get is a dinner lady at a primary school, you’re in no place to judge anyone get a real job.
If you enter the park you will see large groups of nine year olds that look 17, obviously dressed in the most chavvy outfits you will ever see and you may see the occasional hoodrat gang from thetford consisting of only middle class white boys smashing up the play area because they’re SO edgy ahahaha ahah ha ha f**k off back to your s******e thanks.
If you would like to buy some overpriced petrol you could try the garage, but lord knows they never have anything in because they keep changing the owners, sort yourself out, you could go to the shop to buy some food and will probably be met with 5 year old chocolate and crisps.
The rest of Weeting is still s**t, I just cant be arsed to talk about it anymore…