You know me about as much as you know Britain. It's people like you that are letting Britain slip even further into the slums, by claiming it's not that bad. Calling me scum? I actually cannot believe you have the cheek to say that when you know nothing about what goes on around here. The image I portray on here is an attitude toward little cocksuckers like you that think they know it all, when they don't. When was the last time you helped an old lady across the street?
I don't know why I have to explain myself to your little school girl attitude, but I will educate you on the Britain that surrounds you. The Britain that isn't shaded by your rose tinted glasses.
When I make my way to and from work every weekday, I say nothing to no one unless I need to. Like we all should. Not like the scum to which I refer to, which demand money and cigarettes off people then threaten when they don't get it. On monday, I had that trouble from a gang of 20 or so of these pricks. Unlike you, because you're a schoolgirl and know nothing, I know my surroundings and if I was on my own I would have taken up the fight but since my girlfriend and some innocent woman were nearby I resorted to being sarcastic and mockery, mostly of which they didn't understand , to bide my time for the bus. You'd have probably cried and given them all your money because you're not used to that, I know ... but I am. And violence is the only answer in violent places. I don't bother people unless I'm bothered, which is how all British people should behave. The world famous reserved attitude of the British has been brought up well in me, being from a military family and all. Again, something you wouldn't understand. You'll find, in the big scary real world, beyond your school girl days ... that most military families are decent and respectable, or at least they used to be.
If you think I'm scum, and think all people like me are scum, then pray to God that people like me still exist in 20 years time. Because without us, this country will no longer be the Britain that people were proud of 30 years ago. It'll be overrun with "chavs" and immigrants. Your precious Britain isn't going to the dogs, it's gone there. And when you grow up and see the real world, the scum roaming, the drunken idiots causing trouble on the weekend, the muslims baiting and raping white girls all over the place ... then you'll realise that Great Britain isn't so great.
Again, I invite you to Doncaster. Come, visit, sit in the bus station for 15 minutes and see how long you can last without a group of lads having a go because you have long hair. But make sure you hold those tears back, 'cos that'll just make it worse.