Not really a town but more of a filthy little in-between hell hole of nothingness. Situated just outside of Reading, this dreary place seems to attract Chavs all day and night. Reasons are still unknown! Maybe because there is a Halfords not far away? They swarm around the focal point: a petrol station at the cross roads. They turn up their lime green Vauxhall Nova stereos to full, playing something from a cheap Ibiza House Mix CD and then proceed to perfom little tricks up and down the nearby council estates or around the nearby Sainsbury’s carpark. This in turn impresses their spotty pregnant teenage partners. The police must be bored silly chasing these greasy little insects around.
Attitude and plenty of sportswear are standard. These great individuals know exactly who they are!