From the other post:
On my way to work I have to pass 2 (Yes 2!!) jobcentres. The amount of chavness in there is unreal. One time, this particularly narsty chavette with a mini-chav in a burberry rompersuit, was in there collecting her wages. The kid was just left in its pram and was being sick everywhere (Too much Maccy D's or maybe lead poisoning from the fake bling). She just ignored it then walked out and left the mess everywhere!
Another time, this chav was throwing a fit in the place, tipping chairs over, chucking stationary everywhere and generaly marauding about the place (Probably upset at the fact that he's been denied his giro. And he's so close to getting that Nova or some Fake Burberry). Eventually the police (The station is over the road from the office - convinient ) were called and manhandled this chav (IE beat him with battens and cuffed him none-too-gently ) and then bundled him to the cop-shop.
Actually Cov is quite well designed in dealing with chavs. 4 (I kid you not) jobcentres are in close proximity to each other, with the cop shop over the road from 2 of them. Next door to the police station is the magistrates court. The police station has a tunnel leading directly from its underground cells to the basement of the court! Fast track or what? One of the job centres even has a family planning and sexual health clinic next door to one of them!!!! So for the average chav day its: STD treatment/Morning after pill then wages then arrest followed by a court appearance!!!