My neighbours

Since having the mini-wombles and spending my days at home, I’ve become somewhat of a nosy sod. Which is how I first noticed the new family across the road, now they’re known as the bloody scutters (as my husband and I have affectionately nicknamed them.) They sit on their arses claiming all the benefits they can in their paid-for-by-the-council rented house while the rest of the street work their arses off to pay their mortgages.

For me this delightful family epitomise common, here are a few examples:

The kids don't go to school ever; they instead hang around the front of the house all day, everyday attracting all the other local vermin. Mummy doesn't give a toss as her and boyfriend #999 spend all day in the pub, their idea of parenting is to bring their cider and black the ten feet from the pub to their house and sit on the front wall smoking and swearing with the kids.

Their house has a large back garden which their neighbour informs me looks something akin to a jungle, therefore when it was sunny this summer they spent their days sat in their front yard, which measures about 12 by 4 foot. When that got too cramped they branched out onto the pavement, and on one wonderful occasion they were sitting on dining chairs on the pavement while daddy chav (of the moment) cooked their dinner on one of those mini barbeques that was perched on the front wall.

If they weren’t on my front doorstep I’d find it laughable, the thing is though the majority of the street own their houses and work bloody hard to keep them, I feel particularly sorry for their neighbour, nice old guy, wouldn’t say boo to a goose. Then these chavs turn up and completely wreck the street, I have no idea how we’ll sell our house with them across the road. I actually found myself saying to my husband the other day ‘that Hitler, actually may have been onto something, he had it wrong with the jews though, do you reckon he could round up the chavs instead’.

*Pop* Beta cherry, be gentle its my first time.
(Madam Cholet, Fri 17 Oct 2008, 8:38, 4 replies)

*nods*
I have neighbours like that. They don't actually bother me as I'm 'ard as nails but the council would evict them if enough neighbours complained.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 17 Oct 2008, 8:59, closed)

Ah yes....
They're not called Dixon, by any chance?
(misspiggy In danger of having to get a job, Fri 17 Oct 2008, 9:15, closed)

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I have no idea, I keep away from them as much as possible!
(Madam Cholet, Sat 18 Oct 2008, 15:47, closed)

housing association trash
actually i may make a post on this subject but we have lots of housing association houses roundby us. people who get moved there because even the council won't put up with them

enough said i think
(jenko83, Sat 18 Oct 2008, 12:39, closed)