I live in a relatively nice village:
Out of it is hellish. Litter and sofas dumped everywhere, fat malformed women in fleeces groping you, chav five-year-olds having drive-by shootings, obese emos, racist policemen, twelve-year-olds giving birth on the street and trying to control their offspring Chesney, Chaznay, Chardonnay, Bacardi, Alcopop and Topshop at the same time who have just gone round the corner to mug a heroin dealer for mummy's brown sugar.