I live in Caterham. I ahve my whole life.
The ***** are EVERYWHERE. Down my road, next door, sitting in the car park of Tesco, infesting the Skate Park no less. At 2 in the morning, the high-pitched squeal of a moped can be heard screeching it’s way through the town at 20mph. They walk around in hordes of horribly unflatteringly ugly clothes that gives you a good impression of their attitudes to life – “don’t care, as long as I look my ‘mates’ and spent £300 on a fake gold chain”.
**** culture – one example, a **** on his pedal bike riding on the pavement. My friends were standing on the pavement, waiting for another to come out the newsagent. This **** had the nerve to screech to a halt next to one of my friends and demands that he moves out the way. Firstly, he’s on a bike that should be on the ROAD, secondly he didn’t even ask nicely. He thinks it’s funny to start on my friend. Wisely, we start to leave, but this **** isn’t having any of it. We go past a pub as this **** is effing and blinding at the top of his voice. To make things worse, about 40 odd ***** make their way out the pub and start to follow him. Some older people try and calm this guy down,a nd tell him to abck off, but this **** wants a fight. We go a couple of roads, and he’s still going. Just as we near our friend’s house, the **** starts coming in for a proper fight. Typical **** culture, the odd 40 following get out their camera phones. My friend runs like the wind, the ***** eventually leave bored.
Caterham – the ********. Come at your own risk!
