The Ranting Room

Geck0 wrote: Exactly, Goth's generally don't and won't hurt anyone, because they're actually pacifists.  That's why I disagree with that article.  It says they're just people and neither should be treated any differently to each other...It also says "have you ever asked?" in relation to why a chav is a chav... erm, I'd rather not ask a chav that, I may get a hiding.That's the thing, generally, I find Goths are approachable and harmless - as well not genuine goths at all (I'm friends with many of them myself), whilst townies/pikeys/chavs are not really approachable in the same regard.Maybe I'm biased, 'cause I've never met a friendly and harmless chav...

Agree totally. Violence is not what springs to mind whenever I think of Goths, metalheads or emo's. Chavs are synonomous with public disorder and petty crime. If it's a stereotype it's one of their own making. I dont want to generlaise about everyone who wears track suit bottoms in public and supports Chelsea or Millwall, but I have found that many folk from that mould are best avoided. Especially if you see them walking along spitting every five yards, and swigging Special Brew. I dont feel the need to cross the road when I see Goths, put it like that..

The article, in standard BBC style, is just a pathetic exercise in political correctness. Rather than explore the very obvious differences between 'yoof' cultures, one which is based around music, and one which is based around being a menace to society, they seek to establish cultural equality between the two. I'm sorry, but it's bullsh!t.

The broader problem is that being a chav is, for many a badge of honour. Their little brothers and sisters actually 'aspire' to be low life. For society, that is tragic.

I'm sure this chap could assist:



Michael Carroll - King Of The Chavs

A more upstanding member of the community, you'd be hard pressed to find.

Jim Garten wrote: I'm sure this chap could assist: Michael Carroll - King Of The Chavs A more upstanding member of the community, you'd be hard pressed to find.

Oh dear... that's the chap who won the National Lottery and then spent it all on booze, women, fast cars and ultimately on a jail term...

I have no time for idiots like him, whatsoever!


Edited by Geck0 - January 22 2008 at 07:49

Jim Garten wrote: I'm sure this chap could assist: Michael Carroll - King Of The Chavs A more upstanding member of the community, you'd be hard pressed to find.

Now there's someone to aspire to..

Alternate version:



+++high pitched voice in background+++

"Leave it Wayne - he's not worff it"

Jim Garten wrote: fandango wrote: I have heard that in some parts of rural Manchester, they have taken to dipping a 'hoodie' into a mixture of alcohol, chav vomit and blood from a 'shanking', then attaching an assortment of gold jewellery before dragging it across a council estate It's an interesting idea, but how then do the chasing hounds differentiate the subject from the local populace?

Blacksword wrote: I imagine there is a guide to 'chav attractions/places of interest' somewhere; sports shops, underpasses, kebab vans, A&E units etc.. You'd have to ask the tourist board..

Sounds like you should change your head gear, James:

An entry for Staines.

"I can't believe Staines isn't already listed! The 'home' of Ali 'G' and subsequently 'The Staines Massive' - because the inhabitants of this place, so named because it is A DIRTY MARK ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH, actually think he's for real. Yes, honestly.
I have seen graffiti proclaiming the territory of "ThE staIns mASiv" - the only strength of the local high school being 'sports' (for which read 'thuggery') not language, or indeed anything that doesn't involve running a bit fast (useful from 'leggin' it' from the local plod for one's most recent act of mindless antisocial behaviour) and/or full body contact. The centre of Staines is, naturally, the local shopping centre, where young Chavs congrate to amble from shop to shop, marvelling at the utter sh*te on offer and declaring, at the top of their muck-common voices and around their perma-visible chewing gum, "'S WEEEELL GUD, INNIT?". Frankly, no, it's generally not. The height of fashion here, is tucking one's tracksuit bottoms into one's football socks, or, for girls, pulling back one's hair so tight it appears to be receeding and slicked with axl grease. There is no tolerance for the small clique of local Rock Kids, who are routinely bellowed at as "FU'K'N GRUNGERS! GUNNA KILL Y'SELF LIKE THAT BLOKE FROM THAT BAND? FUK'N FREAKS!" truly should be. The local jewellers are invariably shunned in favour of the local Argos, where all know Chavs kit themselves out in sub-standard 9ct Gold tat. The most beautifully ironic thing about about Staines - which I gleefully left at the first opportunity - is that the local Posh (confined to a row of houses along the stagnant swap passing as a river) actually want to change the name to 'Staines-on-Thames' in a bid to smarten up its image. Until such time as the local Chavs are rounded up and forced to eat themselves to death on their own pseudo-designer sports wear, or garrotted with their own clown necklaces (even thrown into said river, weighed down by their earrings), the only name change for which Staines is deserving, would be to the wholly more accurate: BLOT ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH Avoid at all costs. "



(nb-Staines =French = stones)There has been a river crossing made of large stones for a couple of thousand years.

Perhaps they could send some chavs to see exactly where in the Thames the original crossing stones are.

Edited by Man Erg - January 22 2008 at 08:58

The Bracknell entry..

"Welcome to Bracknell, just outside of London. A small, narrow-minded and utterly pointless provincial dustbin. A mass construction of ugly grubby council estates and tacky chain shops.

Watch the pathetic little inbreds beat each other senseless through boredom after 11.30pm when the pubs chuck them all out. Key spots include outside The Point, at the train station or anywhere in the town centre.

An uncultured, boring and very ignorant social experiment where people don't tend to leave, which is probably for the best. Never go there and certainly don't live there. It's for your own good"



That's actually one of the more generous reviews of my home town, I've read..