Top Ten Worst Places to Live In the UK
Chavs, Pregnant Teenagers, Drug dealing, Asylum seekers, single mothers... They're all part of some of the worst cities in the UK. But which towns and cities "triumphed" above the rest to raise the fecal trophy?All my quotes have been taken from the website www.ilivehere. Co. Uk. A site which residents from the various towns and cities put their opinions about said town or city.
The only "culture" to be found in Hull is the kind found growing on the genitals of the local population.
Hull has been socially and economically neglected, abused, and exploited by the Labour Party-run Hull City Council and all three Labour MPs.
Definitely the worst. Quite happy not to see Birmingham on this list, considering its reputation.
This is one chav/chavette-infested hole that needs to be added to your archive. Located on the outskirts of Nottingham, it features all the local amenities that are important to a chav: McDonald's, plenty of shops to "teef" from, and a video shop to "hang out" at. The list goes on! Luckily, I only have to drive through on my way home, but this is plenty of time to be gawked at by all kinds of inbred morons, covered in cheap clothing purchased from local flea markets and more gold than Mr. T.
I have NEVER seen an area so densely populated with 14-year-old chavettes with one scruffy, dirty-looking child in a pram and "one on the way". The dad, usually called Gareth, is 21, owns a clapped-out A reg Nova with a super fat exhaust (noisy), and has just returned from a stint "inside" for "teefing" from the aforementioned shops.
Sunderland - the chav capital of the world! Don't worry if you've never heard of this fair city. The only reason it ever makes the news is that it's the only city where the BNP made significant gains and the football hooligans are legendary. Frankly, you're not missing much.
Sunderland's only other claim to fame is that it has the highest rate of teen pregnancies in Europe, which should tell you something about its charver infestation.
Middlesbrough is the largest town in the postindustrial area that was once Cleveland. The town center is relatively clean, with your usual retailers and the second-worst university in England. The bulk of the students are obnoxious southerners who couldn't cut it at a proper seat of learning.
Once you venture further from the nucleus of the center, thieves, vagrants, drug dealers, sex workers, chavs, and the ubiquitous teenage single mothers ooze from street corners like the undead in a Romero film. The standard of retail outlets drops dramatically, with charity shops, pound shops, and amusement arcades abound. The chavs here have this ability to both repulse and amaze in equal measure. Smoking Lambert, drinking cheap white cider, and gawking at cheap cars with alloy wheels and bits of painted plastic tacked onto them are all pastimes of this new genus of subhuman.
Having recently relocated to Coventry, one recent Saturday I made my way into town to have a look around. After negotiating my way through the maze of depressingly dark, ugly streets, housing hoards of miserable, greasy-looking, foul-mouthed occupants, I arrived at the car park.
I was greeted by a particularly chavvy-looking girl with a tracksuit-clad, ridiculous-looking boyfriend, who informed me that I should "watch where I was fkin' going" or I'd "get my fkin' head smashed in" (they were purposefully driving their lowered, bright green, old battered Golf the wrong way down a one-way section of the car park).
Amused, I ventured into the city centre, where it seemed that the chavs had been breeding! Coventry seems to have embraced chav culture and offers an array of shops selling chav attire - from cheap plastic knee-highs to Henry Lloyd stripy jumpers and wide selections of 9ct gold hoops/sovereigns.
Ah, London, known across the world as being prestigious and cultured. Indeed, the streets of Mayfair give a sense of classic England, with old Victorian houses on tree-lined streets.
Take a half an hour drive east, though, and you'll see a different side of London altogether.
Hackney is a desolate sprawl of grotty council blocks, with endless amounts of winding alleys for the 'yours' of the area to run down after mugging an innocent person in a pathetic attempt to appear 'hard' to their peers.
On a Friday night, Mare Street is packed with roaming gangs of youths in baggy Adidas hoodies, smoking super strong weed, blasting grime music out of their phones. Some of these groups are massive, literally 30 teenagers in a run-down chicken shop shouting at each other, while older, hard-faced ex-convicts are sat down in the cheap plastic seats, grimly discussing drug dealing.
Birmingham has one of the worst reputations for a city. However, we should not judge Birmingham based on this. Some suburbs of Birmingham are very nice, for example, Edgbaston and Moseley, and the city is most certainly improving.
There are even some historic parts of the city that could potentially, though this may sound absurd, attract a high level of tourists. In addition, the city is quite good for shopping and, with many regeneration schemes, could soon become as prosperous as London.
I lived in Luton for 3 years. Nearly everyone, regardless of race, creed, or religion, is miserable and horrible. I experienced a great deal of racism. I was spat on and had insults thrown at me from passing cars.
I witnessed a great deal of street violence. I had friends who had been hospitalized by gangs of violent people. The roads are incredibly dangerous as half of the drivers don't understand how British roads work. The other half are asleep or of a rectal disposition.
0/10 wouldn't even wish it on my ex.
When God created the world, he took a big dump and Luton was created.
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I hate living in Doncaster with a passion! It's a chav interchange over there - nothing exciting, always sketchy things happening, and overall, it's a dodgy place to live. I'm moving away from this town as soon as possible.
I was born and raised in Peterborough, only leaving it a few years ago, and I can tell you that Peterborough is the worst UK "city" by far.
The "city" has no culture. The city centre is ugly due to it being redeveloped in the 1960s and 1970s, with only a few historic buildings remaining. The people are rude, narrow-minded, and stupid. There are no job opportunities in the city itself, and it is just so boring. It feels more like an overgrown market town than a proper city.
The only good things are that the surrounding countryside and nearby villages are very beautiful, especially to the north, south, and west. Also, London, Cambridge, and Leicester are within one hour by train.
I'm so glad I left Peterborough.
There isn't much more to say about Croydon that hasn't already been said. Yes, the place is a cesspit, and yes, it's getting worse. Come 3 o'clock on a weekday, the place turns into a zoo, with every wannabe rude boy, chav, chavette, and bhangra boy trying their best to be as loud, obnoxious, and aggravating as possible.
Gravesend, otherwise known as the armpit of Kent. I have lived in Gravesend all my life. I have visited many other Chavtowns across Kent like Lewisham, Dartford, Chatham, and so on, and not one so far has even come near to being as chav-infested as Gravesend. Being stereotyped as a Goth or Emo, it kind of sucks for my people down here.
I visited Gravesend quite a few years back. Chavs were rampant even then.
I live in a fairly okay place on the outskirts. However, I'd literally say without a doubt that this place is borderline dangerous. A lot of bad people going about, drugs everywhere, spiceheads crawling about the shop, very dirty, and even the fish industry has gone to hell, and we had that going for us.
It is an absolute cesspool, with loads of homeless people and drug addicts begging on the street, gang-related acid attacks, and people being thrown off buses. The housing situation is no better.
Dagenham is absolutely appalling. The Heathway is like being in Lagos or Tirana.
Being a local in Corby, I find it hard to stay away from the Wessie gang, who terrorize not only the locals but the dogs, birds, caterpillars, and most of all, the obese oldies who zoom around on their mobility scooters. If you're ever lucky enough to visit, stay away from the mountain bikers as they may spit on you but then ask you to go into the shops for them. Expect a few surprises along the way at the ex-servicemen's club where drinks are only £1.
There are some good parts of the city, but on the whole, it is very poor and run down as well as extremely depressing at times. There are lots of drugs, as with any place, and a lot of poverty.
Mumbles, Sketty, and a few other places are the posh parts of Swansea. If you want to find the uncivilized parts of Swansea, please come to Penlan, Hafod, or some other places.
Dartford is practically a ghost town now and has been taken over by chavs.
To those who said Swindon should not be here, either you are completely walking around with your eyes shut or you have clearly never visited Swindon.
If you're wearing more than PJs, you're overdressed. The town centre is nothing but empty shops or pound shops. The smells around the town would offend even the devil. The only good thing is the close connections out of the place to Manchester.
The most dilapidated place in England by a mile. Most of the houses were meant to be temporary and are falling to pieces. Closed shops, fly-tipping everywhere, unemployment rates through the roof, chavs as far as the eye can see. You'd be hard-pressed to find somewhere in the UK that's worse to live in than this hellhole.
Jaywick has been poor since the 1950s, is below sea level, has terrible housing, and the lowest lifespan. A housing association was brought in to build housing, and they foolishly built more wooden houses!
Dirty, unfriendly place to live. Don't waste your time reporting anything to Devon and Cornwall police, no matter how serious the crime, they do not want to know.
Repeatedly harassed by teenage boys who think it is amusing to target middle-aged women on their own by shouting in your face as they pass, crowding around you so you can't get past, or riding their bikes directly at you.