Yes, **** types are abundant in posh towns as well! I’m afraid they look and sound exactly the same here as they do anywhere else. Not quite sure why all ****’s affect that dumb “alright mate” talk. Perhaps they think it makes them look “street”.
I think ****’s are hilarious. They are the clowns of modern living. C’mon: hillbilly cap, grey marl jogging pants (aka care in the community safety pants) tucked into white socks. Lets not forget the obligatory dopey look and constant jerky staring that afflicts these people. They are the ultimate doofuses.
I saw a superb **** in Newmarket. Anyone who knows the town may well have glimpsed this cracker giving it some spazzy moves near KFC. He is **** royalty with his jogging pants/white sox and, the piece de resistance…his beige mocassan-style slippers. He is a sight to behold and would embarrass a real hillbilly.
OK, Cambridge ****’s primary hang-out is the Grafton Centre. Best spotting day is Saturday in the food hall. Where they will be gorging their malnourish bodies on burgers.
I’m sure there used to be more around Grafton Centre but it just ain’t the same since Iceland got demolished.
When its busy you can get away with tripping them up. Yeah, they might think you did it but can they prove it? Anyhoo anyone who cannot whip a **** or two by themselves should hang their heads in shame.
I’ll tell you why they are everywhere: because people are afraid of them. And people are no longer prepared to confront these idiots and let them know they disapprove of their seedy little activities.
Why are people afraid of them?a because of the dumbo look. The whole look has been, despite arguments to the contrary, cultivated to give a mentalist/care in the community/underclass/street look. Of course, its all a load of ****. But always bare in mind, like any gang nutters, they rely on their strength in numbers as most i have encountered are utterly puny and easily knocked down.
Y’see their weakness is that they have a poor diet, are obsessed by drugs and not very bright (granted there are a few posh boys who yearn to dumb it down, like, mate). The **** is largely all talk and no trousers. Well not real trousers as we all know.
So I haven’t actually written much about the Cambridge ****.
But I would say merciless ridicule is your best weapon, with fists saved in case necessary. Laughter is a good weapon. Make sure they know you find them amusing not scary.
Don’t let a bunch of hillbilly cracker fucktards ruin your life. They’ve already ruined theirs.
