lefty wrote:clopixolacuphase wrote:lefty wrote:
I knew it. I need to set up some kind of deal with AJ where we tour thr country together and he goes around asking women to feel his muscles for a small fee. Sort of a reverse Purple Aki set up.
Together? What's your role?
You think that you might be able to snaffle some of AJ's rejects just by virtue of association? I don't think AJ groupies would be much into a fat Carl Froch from Chatham but you never know. Last time I was round your way the fashion seemed to be an up-tilted cap, oversized Argos gold chain, snide Reebok classics from Strood market and both hands down the front of the trackies, ape style, fiddling with the meat and two veg like it was normal. Has the place changed much?
Not sure where you get the fat Carl Froch part

......Also I have to clear up the fact that Im not from Chatham. I can't be having that association. That's worse than the fat Carl Froch part

......Regarding Chatham though; yeah its still the soul destroying dive the last time I ventured over that way.
At times when I've been on the bus going through that way- it's always Chatham where there's been some fella downing a can of special brew at like 9/10 in the morning.
Have you ever spent any time around Luton way? Luton, Chatham I mean obviously, not Luton in Bedfordshire.
Many years ago you posted that you had a similar body type to Carl Froch, but that you could lose a couple of pounds. Thus, you were nicknamed "a fat Carl Froch" by another poster, and the image has always stuck.
Fortunately I never lived there but I knew the Medway towns very well about ten years ago and the people there are amongst the roughest I have ever come across. Not especially hard, (the only boxer I know from the Medway towns in Tom Dallas, which gives some clue to the general level of toughness) or especially dangerous (the local faces would be eaten alive in London or Manchester or Glasgow for instance) but the scumbag level seemed high: arguing and shouting, shirtless lads in tracksuit bottoms with cans of Stella at all hours, no vibrancy, no real culture, rat boys, fat girls, all dripping with huge gold chains bought in installments, caps and tracksuits tucked into their socks, everything shut, shouting at their kids, everyone looking ill and badly dressed. I knew Luton very well, mate. People on the Luton road are in a sorry way. This woman who lived on that road was telling me how a car had been dumped there for ages and in the end her neighbors just smashed the car up for a laugh. "That's people's idea of fun around here," she told me sadly.
That's what it's like. People are sort of criminally minded but aren't smart enough to channel it into anything where they actually earn any money so it's just all opportunistic stuff like mugging or burglary or stealing a car stereo, and they're all proud of it and talk about it. I got a train from London a while ago to Whitstable and there were these Medway people on there, hiding in the toilet so they didn't get caught by the guard, and just talking like complete scumbags. The train went past that new build "posh" place, St Mary's Island or whatever it is, and one of the blokes went "yeah, I done all them houses" meaning he burgled them, and they all cackled and wheezed. I just thought, urgh Medway. That's really typical for round there: this weird pride in being a fornicating scumbag loser.
There was a good documentary about Medway custody a while back that really summed up my feelings about the place, really.

no offence, mate!