Like the rest if the Isle of Thanet, Ramsgate bears all the usual signs of chavness. Walk around just outside Netto, and the sound of peasants can be heard. Shouting, swearing, revving engines, loud exhausts, big fat women pushing around a triple baby pram, whilst at the same time, being followed by three other of her kids. She shouts, she swears at them, she bears no resemblance of trait of charm.
On the nearby corner, herds of baseball capped folk congregate on scooters, for a colllective smoke. You can only get the impression that, anyone wearing a suit in Ramsgate, is, fact, on the way to defend themselves in court!
