Nuneaton is ****-heaven. Like many small towns, chavdom is not restricted to the benefit-****-thug-council sector, but is a virus spreading to so-called “respectable” areas. Even places like St Nic, which thinks of itself as part of the Nun’ton elite, is in fact an area where upper-class ***** have intimate relationships with drugs, bling and under-age ****-thug ***.
Swarms of ********* with prams dominate the central area. No part of the town is safe. I have never seen such a bunch of fat ugly chavettetards in all my short life. There is a huge binge culture here; but there must be, no one would have *** with a ******** unless one is pissed and desperate.
One cannot fail to see a chavmobile if you decide to drive through the infamous Nun’ton maze of a ring road. The Citroen Saxo is the fav **** status symbol round here; perhaps it is because the *****-with-money cannot let go of the non-culture that pervades the area.
Nun’ton nightlife delightfully displays the chavdom. You have either cheesy bum-***-bum-*** dance music, or gangster “R’n’B”. The students and the people with operating brains hide in places like the Nags or the Tav. These are mostly ****-free zones. But people drink in fear – one cannot avoid the ****-drunks at closing time.
