Chelmsford is in a sorry state. On the walk home from the station, I have to walk through the only subway between the station and the park. A chavette and four lackeys are there swigging from litre bottles of coke, but you can bet it wasn't coke. I ignore them and walk past, only to hear the girl call out Oi, bruv, gimme yor walli'. Roughly
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