Warm weather and chavs

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Warm weather and chavs. A cuntish combination.

Went out up the road for a box of eggs for the old lady yesterday. An admittedly glorious day weather wise. However, as I was walking back from the local Co-Op, a smear of quintessential Great British riff raff were blocking the entire pavement. Totally disregarding the distancing rules, there were about five women: all ugly fucks in Primark sun tops with lobster tans (think Viz’s Fat Slags). They were all gossiping and I couldn’t even walk on the grass verge next to the pavement, as some fat bloke was sat in the middle of it talking very loudly to the fat slags. The middle of a street in a suburban area during a medical lockdown, and they were acting like they were on an outing to Blackpool. I crossed the road and called them out for what they are. Which is living breathing shit and utter vermin. ‘It’s a free country’ shouted the fat cunt on the grass. ‘Aye. And it will also be dead one because of cunts like you!’ was my reply.

Nominated by Norman

Dying to go to the beach? Well, judging by the cunts out and about on the British coastline yesterday, lots of people are. A bit of sun and what little brains the great British people have left is parked safely at home while we swan off to the coast for a Coronavirus cocktail and a Covid and chips.

10 long weeks we’ve been in lockdown (Kinnock and Cummings notwithstanding) and what was it all for? So that when there is a glimpse of sunlight we can pack ourselves on the beach and fuck social distancing. It’s an insult to all us old people who, as far as I can see, seem to be the one that stick to the rules so that we can avoid …er… dying.

What a bunch of twats. Sit back now and what the infection rate soar. and then just as hit starts to peak again, let’s open up all the shops.

Proof positive, if any were needed, that this country is being run by and is populated by idiots. You can’t educate pork and you can’t herd cats…

Nominated by Dioclese

96 thoughts on “Warm weather and chavs”

  1. Path cycling chavs where I live (I have taken to standing in the way, refusing to let them by and saying in a somewhat loud and firm tone “DO THEY WORK ON THE ROAD AS WELL THEN”?) – and as our peaceful friends are in the process of turning every piece of retail space into pizza palaces, “Indian” restaurants, kebab places and fried chiggun shops they have never been as busy, every pavement outside infested with Darwin’s losers.
    The same ones demanding immediate treatment for Shaneesha and her 6 multi coloured junior dealers when they infect the rest of the Country with their selfish stupidity.
    But my new shop will do roaring trade – “Unkle Terrys home cooked oven goodness”! 😁👍

  2. The local reservoir and surrounding countryside is a magnet for these cunts.
    I’d like to run them all over in an armoured car.
    Pak.is and all sorts of thick as shit wankers.
    Dear me the general.public can fuck off.

    • Our local reservoir is always teeming with peacefuls. It’ll just take one of these ramadingdongs to poison the water and we’re fucked. In future I think all parking Stanley’s should have their hands tied and marched in file when visiting these places. It may sound harsh, but I’m only thinking of others.

      • I work for our local water company and can tell you it would not take a very sophisticated piece of equipment to defeat mains pressure and put some nasty shit in the water supply. Stupid muzzy cunts just haven’t worked it out yet thankfully.

  3. You’re not allowed to visit the beaches where I live. They’re reserved for the Dinghy Gimmigrants.

  4. Now let me guess, the fat geezer on the verge was stripped to the waist so he could show off his tats that normally only the missus gets to see.

    Chavs in the sunshine have irritated me ever since I was a kid. As soon as the temperature reaches the point where one can wear a t-shirt, the fucking Herbert’s are stripping down to their shorts and barely much else.
    Funnily enough, this doesn’t happen so much in other European countries where citizens can enjoy fine weather and still look respectable. Definately a British thing. Something to do with the over emphasis on weather in this country I think plus ‘Yuh gotta gitta tenn unchyah!! For fucks sake!

    • Chas ‘n’ Dave & ‘er indoors not withstanding, the sight of all those skirts oiked up & shirts unbutonned to the navel showing they’re all tan-tastic. Enough empty coke cans, quaver & wotsit packets & empty B&H boxes to fill a dozen skips – gawd bless Joe Public, as they flock to the nearest beach to beat those lockdarn blues – Cor Blimey ‘an stone the crows, me old cock sparra.

      Meanwhile, down the posher end o’ London, reporters & photographers are packed that close together outside Dom’s house, that some cultures would now require them to be married.
      Oh darlin’ , there aint no pleasin’ you …….

  5. I must admit the beach near to be on the western side of the Lake District is more or less empty despite the rather splendid weather.

    Admittedly I might see the odd Lycra-clad cyclist puffing and panting up the slightest of inclines, but other than that everything is quite civil up here.

    That said, I did see some young totty jogging up my road this morning. T-shirt, bra, arse-clinging shorts etc. She probably couldn’t hear me shout “Nice arse, darling!” because she had a pair of Bluetooth ‘phones on her head.

    Anyway, that certainly raised a smile if nothing else (she’s still a cunt though)

  6. Good call Dio.

    Whatever you do, don’t go near any popular seaside town once the sun comes out.

    Those places are a magnet for tattoed, Stella swilling, shirt off, shaved head fucktards to whom I would not lend a millilitre of my piss to if they were on fire.

    Unless I could piss petrol.

    • Eastbourne had more young people last time I went and worst of all, the roadmen types from London who appeared to be living there.

      I preferred it as ‘god’s waiting room’. Back then you only saw local young people at the pier arcade.

  7. “I must admit the beach near to be on the western side of the Lake District is more or less empty despite the rather splendid weather.“

    I’m not fuckin’ surprised. You’d end up with more than a healthy tan from those beaches. Sellafield would ensure that you came away positively glowing. 😅

    • Yes, good old Sellafield is the perfect natural deterrent for keeping cunts at bay, especially all those eastern European types, camel jockeys and other foreign trash.

      I only live a few miles south of the plant, and it does indeed glow at night (although I am assured its just the various floodlights dotted around the compound)

      • Evening Techno.
        Years ago I holidayed in a converted railway station in St Bees.
        Was told there were frequent trains running through. I think they were carrying stuff away from the then named Windscale power station. Certainly odd looking trucks.
        After 40 odd years I am still here and in ‘glowing’ good health.

    • I went there once when I was a kid on leave, miles of beaches the sea so far away that it was not worth walking too so me my lady friend her sister and boyfriend went skinny dipping in a river that was going out to sea.
      It all sounds great but there must have been a storm on the moors and next thing we knew there was only what I can describe as an armada of dried sheep shit coming down stream in our direction.
      Rather spoilt the day.

    • Can anyone remember the ‘Not the 9 o’clock News pi*s take in the 80s using the kids from the Ready Brek adverts?
      ‘Do you want your kids to glow in the dark? Then move to Windscale’. They were the days!

  9. It’s the downside of dear old Blighty. Thick beer bellied tatooed cunts that always speak loudly and behave obnoxiously just to leave you in no doubt how fucking ignorant they are.
    Strange. Don’t seem to get them in Europe.

    • Full English breakfast, black pudding, doughnuts, four pints of shitty Australian lager, sausages and mash, two bags of tortillas, bar of chocolate, a plate of custard creams, ham sarnie with cheap, white bread, bumper bag of M&Ms, a Magnum classic, bag of chips, and a cheeseburger.

      Same again for lunch.

  10. Ambivalent about the nom chaps. Chavs at anytime are not my kind of folk. Oven?

    But I’m not convinced that Covid is or ever was the threat we have been led to believe. We have surrendered to house arrest through fear but I’m not prepared to live in a cage forever.

  11. Same up here on our coast every year.
    Fat bitches, top too short, leggings that look like badly stuffed value brand sausages. Chips in one hand, ice cream in the other sweaty paw.

    The good ladys other half being thrown out of every pub/fish shop/cafe, as he refuses to put his 15 year old England top back on. Who the fuck wants to see his greasy tits whilst trying to enjoy the “Stella, ahem” that all publicans seem to get hold of to fleece our esteemed guests of their hard earned giro cheque. (Good ale kept for the locals, who pay the bills all year round).

    God bless Murdoch and his £9.50 holidays. Can just see him and the wife sat outside the bronze caravan, crate of Carling at their feet and hanky notted on the head.

    • I did those holidays, Last one I took was in Dorset, I had no idea that the place was being used to audition for the next fucking Beatrix Potter film, I had squirrels giving me wanker signs through the caravan window during the day, sea gulls doing tap dance lessons on the roof in the morning, and a selection of rats, hedge hogs and rabbits running round the caravan at night.
      Having two Greyhounds, after a week I left having had less sleep than my working week a possible dislocated shoulder and much longer arms than I arrived with.
      A 35kg animal that goes from 0 to 40mph in a few steps is perhaps not the best companion for such a place.

      • I know a couple of poor sods that clean these caravans.
        Some of the things they’ve witnessed, spunky condoms tied to door handles. (At least they used one).
        Shitty knickers (after too many pints and ice creams?) Thrown on top of wardrobes.
        Just fucking animals.
        I’d like to throw some barbed wire up around these camps and install some all inclusive crematorium.

      • You’re nearly 80 years too late. It’s been done. Mind you Unkle Terry is starting a revival with the ovens.

  12. I hate sunny weather
    Im not that fond of people.
    And the beach is the last place I want to go,
    Hate that too.
    I am a beer swilling shaven headed tattooed common as shite type, but I wont be troubling you!
    My idea of hell is hot weather, sand up the crack of my arse, and old fuckers getting in the way.
    Young fuckers in the way as well.
    I see some cunt In a panama hat staggering about I walk the other way in case he tries to bore me to death with some inane anecdote.
    Fuck the beach
    Fuck summer
    Fuck off mithering.

    • Same here. Rather spend a weekend in winter, sat in a country pub, roaring fire and good ale. Fill up on alcohol then peruse the menu.
      For some reason this doesn’t appeal to the fair weather chavs.
      Thank fuck.

      • Baron you can be my travel agent, that sounds good by me, dont let BWC have any involvement, He was on about Spain last night.
        Only way I want to see Spain is from the bomb hatch of the Enola Gay.

      • Remember your tinted goggles.
        The flash can play havoc with your retinas.
        No wonder the n1ps are always squinting.

      • I love the summertime Miserable but not keen on most people, young or old, peaceful or civilized. I suppose the ‘Werewolves’ beard club annual week away is wild camping and hill walking in October then?

      • No joke LL that sounds great to me!
        I like summer when its not cracking the flags, mate but yeah im definitely more suited to cold weather.
        Had dehydration twice, humping furniture in hot weathers no fun, my weewee looked like builders tea & a massive headache.
        Fuck that shite.
        I like catching snowflakes on my tongue!☺

      • TT MNC@16:40 – “Only way I want to see Spain is from the bomb hatch of the Enola Gay”.
        I award you the “Ron Knee” ISAC Comment of the Year award Sir, fucking superb!
        🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣👍
        Said award will not be presented in a beach ceremony! 😁

      • And here. I fucking hate summer for many reasons. But it’s another one of those things which you simply have to like, no discussion allowed. “I suppose you’d rather it was snowing then?”.
        Yes, because those are the only two types of weather aren’t they. Cunts.

  14. Fucking joggers who have made the unilateral decision that it is now perfectly safe to jog down the middle of the road due to reduced (lockdown) traffic volumes.

    The number of these wobbly, sweating, red-faced cunts I have almost turned into thick, red, fruity compote with the front bumper of my car is really quite astonishing.

    • Never seen so many of the cunts about as at the moment.
      These aren’t gym bunny types who are out due to their club being closed.
      These are huge fucking lumps gasping away for dear life.
      They all seem to be road running with earphones in. How fucking stupid can they be?
      They’d make a fucking right mess of my little car.

      • Baron VC, I assume that you are ready to administer the kiss of life to any of these gaspers who keel over. Admin demands high standards from his disciples.

      • Sadly no.
        I would at a push be willing to administer the foot pump up their left nostril, whilst pounding their chest with a tyre iron.
        Anything more complex may find me on the reciving end of a medical negligence case.

      • Caveman medicine does have its attractions; ( Admin , you need to have a word with this nutter).

      • Safest way to aminister CPR, whilst following the (now optional) 2 metre ruling.

  15. I was gobsmacked when I saw this (and also by cunty cummings). They’re all just a bunch of proper cunts aren’t they – I can’t even see my mum who is 65 all on her own in a flat 5 flights up and suffers badly with arthritis.

    • Same issue here. I have elderly relatives I’d like to visit. But due to these rules (fucking flexible) I haven’t.
      Would appear I’m the biggest cunt of all now. Seems the rules are only “advisory”.

      • The rules are the worst sort- vague. There will have to be a refund to all those who have been fined or the courts will be clogged for months.

      • Think they’re already talking about this. Wait for the PPI-esq radio adverts from the usual crooked lawyers.
        Fined for travelling 200 miles for a KFC?, No wing (sorry) no fee.

  16. That header picture… Is it from a game of ‘spot the Cummings chav’?

    • Not Where’s Wally but Where’s Wanker. Evening Señor Ruffio.

      Is that him on the right underneath the blue & white striped umbrella, with the baseball cap, the vacant expression, and Man United Marcos Roja shirt?

  17. Bank holidays are a load of shite in normal times, every cunt wants to jump in a car, ‘drive’ in traffic jams to some chav hole and be as obnoxious as possible, hopefully Spain will re-open soon and they will fuck off over there for the summer hols.
    Fuck the cunts, I would scrap summer bank holidays, Easter Monday, the two May and August bank holidays, fucking pointless, just add them to the general holiday entitlement, I reckon most people would prefer the choice of when to use the extra days.
    There isn’t any point in trying to enforce social distancing on a beach, as described above like trying to herd cats.
    Fuck knows how the town centre pubs and bars will be able to open, not that I give a shit, I don’t use them.

    CUNTS!

      • Government Ministers are lining up now to say they have driven when concerned about their eyesight… well Michael Gove has. Expect Rishi Sunak, Dominic Raab and Pratt Hancock to confess any minute now.

        Hancock has implied that cunts fined for breaking lockdown rules same as Cummings could have their monies refunded… 😀 Not holding my breath.

      • Ruff ive never wore glasses, always had very keen eyesight, all the better for spotting change drunks have dropped at taxi ranks etc.
        But lately not as keen,
        Can you suggest what mileage id have to undertake to test the peepers?

      • However far you are from Barnyard Castle Miserable. That’s the ‘go to’ place for motorists keen on testing their eyes, according to one senior Prime Ministerial aide.

      • Im only 123 miles away Ruff, sure thats enough?
        Specsavers recommends at least 500 miles?
        Apparently in other news, bluebells cure coronavirus!!
        As does historic large scale defensive buildings.

      • How long will it be before the Dom finally goes, the jackals aren’t going to let it go, it wouldn’t matter if a high court judge or the Supreme Court ruled that the Dom was indeed innocent, the hatred for the Dom has no mercy.
        The 48 (%) will finally get their revenge!

      • He should have thought about that before he broke the rules. Had he accepted a little personal responsibility he might have got away with it. As things stand he’s got no-one to blame but himself.

      • Im not a 48%er Sicky, I was and am still a firm brexiteer.
        But double standards and bullshitters of any political flavour annoy me.
        Fuck Dominic, couldn’t care less about him, but if anyone says I cant go where and when I like, theyre tripping,
        He can travel, I can travel.
        We are all in it together after all.

      • I have previously posted MNC that I am no fan of the Dom, I have no real preference either way if stays or fucks off but like many subjects we discuss on ISAC there is an awful lot of ‘fake outrage’ over this fuck up!

      • Think your right in that Labour/SNP etc are rubbing their hands with glee, and had always awaited a foot wrong,
        But in all honesty Sicky I genuinely thought “snidey little cunt!”
        He was a architect of the ‘stay home, stay safe’ along with others, and this was when neighbours were grassing each other up.
        Its more the trying to dismiss it as nothing thats annoying me, if that had been just a ordinary bloke hed of got fined end of.
        Just seems sly and is bad PR especially when people followed the rules*.
        * like Dominic I didnt follow the rules, I spent more time outdoors than ever but I never preached otherwise and im not a goverment advisor!

      • They’re going fucking nuts on sky news paper review, Suzi? Boniface when it broke ‘Cummings has got to go’ then the next night Christina Patterson -‘ I have never been as angry on TV’ Then Owen Jones’s turn…hysterical …behind it all we want payback for Brexit. You defied us.
        If it wasn’t for DC we wouldn’t have Brexit. We wouldn’t have a Tory government. Johnson OWES his position to him.. Yes, he’s that important. The whole landslide is down to him.

        The issue? On balance…fuck all. People are angry (especially Remoaners) at being cooped up. But anyone honestly listening to his situation knows that he wasn’t just out on a jaunt.

      • Dont agree Miles.
        Brexit is down to us.
        Boris position? Us.
        The whole landslide? Us again.
        We voted Boris in, we voted to leave the EU.
        We are responsible for it and its US he owes.

      • I am in complete agreement Miles. I watched that Patterson woman the other night on the Papers review and she was turning blue with rage. I thought he’d shot someone or beaten his wife to a pulp. Then that pair of chimps, Kuntsberg and Peston this evening ask the same questions they’ve asked for the last 3 nights. What a pair of wankers. It just feels as though I’m trapped in a Groundhog Day scenario that’s never ending. There’s got to be a public inquiry into the role the media have played in creating this atmosphere of hysteria for the last 3 months.

      • Oddly, I’ve heard of some guy in London (of all places, would you believe), whose Dad is a bus driver. What the son never lets on is that Dad claims Blind Person’s Allowance…

      • The only sure-fire cure for Coronavirus is Batchelor’s mushroom Cup-a-Soup. Recommend you remove the croutons prior to injecting.

  18. Moaning fucking cunts. Let’s look on the bright side……..nice weather also brings out young birds with short skirts and their tits on display, jiggling around all over the place. Here in Londonstabistan it also brings young Japanese tourists…..yum yum…… no wonder those Japs are such a bunch of pervs! Of course they’ll be a lot fewer of them this year but you just have to make the best of it.

  19. I ceased to be amazed by the stupidity of the great British public a long time ago.
    As for hot weather, I cunted that sometime last year, I think.
    Hated it then and hate it now.

    • #metoo Mystic.
      2 sour bastards against the sun worshippers.

      • #Foxtoo – I love the sunshine, but can’t do with the sticky humid clammy heat that comes with it – or the painful frying feeling of my delicate features!
        Chav pigs who decide to waddle down a track in the middle of nowhere, with the inevitable iphone ear thingy shit in, never look round, never look back and not a clue I am behind them – saying “excuse me” elicits zero response so a “MOVE” at Earth shaking volume works!
        The tracks be mine chubby chavs! 😀👍

  20. can’t go with this – there’s no evidence there will be a second wave much as this government wants it – so it can control the population further

    have you seen the plans for opening up the shops in 3 weeks time – until then we are still under house arrest – what the fuck is wrong with people????

    end this fucking lockdown now

    • We never really had ‘Lockdown’ at best it was a half arsed attempt at lockdown.
      With the exception of pubs, restaurants and non food related shops everything else was still the same, you could still take a flight if you could 1. Find a plane and 2. The destination would allow you to land.
      Go out of the house ‘once a day’ for exercise (who was checking), go to work if your employer had orders and suppliers and the unions weren’t kicking off.
      Drive a short distance to go for a walk, walk the dog. Go to the supermarket for food and pretty much anything else as most of them sell all sorts of stuff, online shopping still in full swing.

      It was never Lockdown in the true sense of the word,

  21. I just watched a vidio of some retarded fuckmuppet bitch from what i think is Wolverhampton, worst fucking accent ive heard in a while, anyway said cabbage was in the process of being frogmarched off Barry island beach by the old bill, and couldnt understand after driving 200 miles to get there why she had to fuck off and asking what other beaches in the area she could go to, sounded like she was going to have an anurism when plod told her no beaches in Wales, this gormless cunt makes the usual Barry island plebs look alright in comparison , if your the only person on an empty closed beach of course the police are gonna move you on, i reckon she should have been left there, im sure it wouldn’t have been long before she was savaged by the local crack dealers pitbull, i would have enjoyed that…..stupid cunt

  22. “Went out up the road for a box of eggs for the old lady yesterday”

    Just out of curiosity, Norman – did the Co-Op agree to your swap ?

    Only I’ve got a few people I’d like to barter for food if the Co-Op are up for it….

  23. Over the road, family of 4, rainbow posters in every fucking window (aimed presumably at me since not visible from anywhere else). Dad has been working throughout. Relays of unrelated visiting people – kids and adults – regularly in front garden. Various contractors building extension (?) at back. Social distancing? Fucking hilarious. Cunts.

    Happily, though, the numbers of my fellow-exercisers using the rather unexciting local paths have dropped noticeably, possibly because most of them are now driving to somewhere more scenic. Suits me. Social isolation is my preferred mode, and I hate crowds.

  24. I had a lovely walk in the sun yesterday. I’d spent most of the weekend working on the house, mostly indoors, so I was in desperate need of some fresh air. There’s a canal path that runs past my house which has been my only source of exercise, since these draconian laws have been introduced. Normally I’d be in the car for fifteen minutes, then I could walk for miles without seeing a soul, but, can’t travel, so the path is my only option. That’s usually empty too, but lately it has become popular, and with that comes midden of two types, namely beer cans and fucking dogshit bags, both left by cunts.
    Then there are the people who I sometimes encounter, usually of the older type, happy out walking until they see someone doing the same, then they give you the look, like you are coming at them in a ski mask and a baseball bat in hand. I try to give them room, to make them feel comfortable, but it’s never enough. If they are that worried, stay in the fucking house, you pathetic old cunts.

  25. What I hate most is the female chav look; bleach blonde hair piled up in an unruly bob, sprayed on makeup, t shirt that shows the (pierced) belly button, short shiny jacket, leggings and those white deck shoes or whatever they’re called.
    Fucking hell, mutton dressed up as scrag end.

  26. It’s a shame this great country has more than its fair share of classless shitcunts. I was enjoying seeing 90% less cunts on my travel during ‘lockdown’…now the cunts are out in full force, everywhere like rats.
    What makes them think they have the right to get in my way or slow me down?
    I can only imagine what the beaches are like and I’ve heard of one turning cunts away due to too a lot of Coronavirus patients.
    Apparently there are queues for miles now KFC and McDonald’s have opened for collection, it really say a lot abaaaaaht the kind of trash that live here when there culinary highlight is Mcdonalds or KFC.
    My culinary highlight was Michelin starred Kai in n Mayfair…the best Chinese food ever…spare a thought for me as they are now closed for dining.
    Don’t worry too much though as I happen to be a quality cook.
    Go fuck yourselves.

    • Morning B&W…..when our greasy slop emporiums opened over here, I posted about the cunts queuing all night to get there fat hands on the “food”. A few cunters laughed and slagged New Zealanders off for it (you weren’t one of them).

      Now its happening in the UK 🤣🤣.

      The underclass are never more obvious, wherever they are in the world, than when seen gathering outside of McDisgusting, KFKrap or Burger Kunt.

      • Evening/morning Kiwicunt, I agree it really is sad and embarrassing to see the cunts queuing up for an age to eat some soggy shite.
        I don’t know abaaaht your side of the world but here in Blighty it’s cheaper to buy shite ready meals and junk food than it is to buy healthy vegetables and fish etc and cook yourself.
        It really is a recipe for diabetes disaster and other health problems…
        What a pile of cunt.

      • Agree the price of fresh food vs fast food can encourage people to purchase the shit, but a lot of the problem is laziness too.

        A burger deal from McCunt would cost around $15 – $20 for me and Mrs K. I reckon I could get the ingredients (mince, onion, herbs, bread rolls, various other fillings, bag of oven chips) and make my own for roughly the same price. All it takes is a little effort.

        Tastier plus its not full of salt and sugar. I enjoy cooking though so I’m not tempted to buy the cardboard crap the chain “restaurants” put out.

      • Morning LL.

        My head must weigh about 5 kg less now the Wildman of Borneo look has been shorn off. Feels much better, so enjoy that when you can 🙂

      • Evening Kiwi, oh I will mate. I work outside and the weather has been nice and warm but haven’t had a trim since February and its like some joke shop wig now.

  27. Queues, neighbours, flats, packed beaches, Oxford Street, buses – no thanks, don’t do any of those. Live in splendid isolation. Sound like a right smug cunt but it took me years to get this isolated.

    • Tell us where you are then. The whole is a cunt tribe will come over, camp and trash the place.
      😁

      • I am 6 miles from the nearest market town and 3 miles from a local shop. Can’t say anymore, I’ve seen The Beach 🙂

      • The planes are all grounded and I’m not fucking swimming over there. I’ll join in one of those Zoom meeting things. 🤓

      • I wouldn’t if I were you. It’s a chinky-dink ‘app’ that’s about as ‘secure’ as Karen Matthews’ pissflaps.

  28. I wouldn’t fret too much. World government has shown its cards; when their Spaniel’s Ears get cancer, they won’t get any treatment because the NHS has far too many Tik Tok addicts to attend to first. Job done.

  29. I havent even taken a chance on ordering a takeaway, let alone eaten fish and chips on the beach with a load of greasy chavs.

  30. I wasted several minutes of my life watching what I first thought were monkeys (but as it turned out were Janner chavs) tombstoning off Plymouth Hoe , in the vain hope that the cunts would kill themselves. By the way there are lots of hoes in Plymouth.

    • I am a Plymothian and can confirm in my 50 years I have known of several deaths and loads of paralysis befallen by chavy Plymothian cunts. It makes I larf! Two pints of Stella was usually also involved the fucking soft cunts!

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