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Does anyone else hate where they live?

Well i do; the pack of stale jaffa cakes i just bought is the final straw.

I live in middle class suburbia, it's a bit dull and sometimes the lawnmowers wake me up in the morning.

ever thought bout moving?  :D

Parts of what you wrote sound like where we live, but the bread is pretty fresh here  ;goodvevil;

You wanna try Tescos mate

I feel bad for anyone living in an area they don't feel comfortable in. My 1st house with the wife was close to a corner where groups used to hang out and I was always on edge. Thats the reason we went max budget to live in the best area but smallest house :(




donkey do they have middle class in leeds? :P

Top stale jaffa cake tip - dip them in tea.

bake your own bread!!

on a serious note though, its fine to be angry about your situation but use the energy to get your backside out of there if you can ? get the council involved and your local politician and threaten to go the press. they will have the needles taken off. hopefully!! good luck buddy :)up

another late night for you friendly neighbourhood mod then......

Get a breadmaker.

My advice is to move out of Woolwich and into either Thamesmead or Kidbrooke ;goodvevil;

They do, and you live in the middle of middlest bit....

So you're not from "t'ghetto"? ;)

lol I have a shed at the bottom of someones garden, but we dont get chavs!

pss I was born in LittleLondon :) lovley place in Leeds

I spent my early years in Chapeltown, where young boys wear thier flatcaps back to front and the whippets race to win a half smoked tab....

*cough* spencer place *cough*

I don't like the area where I live, but it is just an early chapter in the book of my life. The later chapters will be much better. The final chapter will be a great ending filled with sandy beaches and three level mansions

I use to live in a pretty horrible area too, and the first half of your description could have been my old estate (thankfully not the needles) I had stabbings happen twice next door to me along with a hammer attack, and 2 serious suicide attempts on the other side ( by 2 different occupants!) the place was seriously depressing.... My 'new car' got written off outside my own house (we lived in a cud-de-sac, go figure how they got the speed up?!) and as they were under 17, no insurance or licence there was nothing that could be done, oh, except the £320 in damages that the court awarded me. All the kids toys and bikes got stolen from the shed - that had 3 padlocks on it.

I woke up about 4/5 months ago and had finally had enough, I have no idea what the last straw was but I couldn't handle the thought of my kids growing up there for another day. So enough with the daydreaming and casual looking for somewhere else, I phoned an estate agent in the South of England and booked loads of viewing for the next couple of weeks, fell in love with a place and had moved 3 weeks later!  :D

No more helicopters overhead each and every night, no more flashing lights and sirens at ungodly hours, no graffiti, NO CHAVS!!! life is wonderful again and 'normal'.

Bolt I wanted to say that I was really moved by your post, I grew up on an estate in Glasgow, i can relate first hand with what you are saying and seeing. I think however if I were in your position I would not torment myself on a daily basis living in an area like this. I moved out of my estate 12 years ago, saw more of what was available and had to be experianced, within my first month of Leaving I vowed i would never return to an area whet they allow drug dealers to ply their trade at school gates, where avoiding being stabbed or slashed for no reason was a daily chore, and to be educated was feared.

A reunion for the people that finishes up in 1994/5/6  2 years ago, it was a shock to me that over a third of the register was no longer alive, most of the deaths were drug related in some way or another, some were users, some where dealers and some were innocent on the wrong end of an addicts mugging spree.

A final thought though, Would you want to raise your kids in an area like this?


Ps on the bread, Get tesco to deliver your shopping, buy a weeks supply of loaves and freeze what you dont need immediately.

I can vouch for Billy on this one, when i was seeing my Ex-Girlfriend, one of her best friends from her dance school, was from the same area that Billy is talking about, and the 4 of us used to be quite close and i hung around that there place alot, and lived with them for a lot of weekend holidays etc etc, and it was no Picnic.

Billy has done really well to get him, his wife and three great Kids into a stuation where they will have a great chance to grow up and make something of themselves.

nice one billy but never forget your roots. they are the things that keep you grounded :) :)up

That sounds a bit like my mums area. The helicopters overhead
Although last week a shooting only 5 mins away, seriously time to move out
down south again!

Oh oh North south divide alert! I'm gonna try and sit on my hands!

is that to keep em warm ;)

We live in the University City of cambridge , most think what a posh place to live......... NOT !!!

Machette attacks not long ago , a shooting few weeks ago family feudings very reguler , dealers are in abundance and of course helicopter out most nights .

Seems to be every where these days , you just have to get on with your lives and try to stear your kids away from the dangers .

I live in a pretty bad area, last week a dog tried to attack a cat! It was quite alarming!


Sorry my attempt to introduce humor into a rather depressing thread!

OMG   Is Rod OK???

lol no not that cat, although a funny story.

He has been awaiting some contact lenses, we missed the delivery and he went off earlier to go and get them from the post office.

Of course what he didn't realise was its the gay pride march today and he just rung me in what sounded like quite a state. The only thing i could really here was "there is too much fucking leather"

OMG  LMFAO

It could only happen to Rod...

Bless him, will he ever recover?

It's typical, the one day you randomly decide to dress up as a red indian and go into town, you walk into a gay pride march.

It was pretty funny really. Some crazy costumes going on, including wall-to-wall skin tight leather wherever you looked. But enough about Flushie's cupboard.

Never seen an overweight middle aged man dressed in a full wedding dress before. He even had someone carrying his trail!