The subhuman creatures, if you can call them that, of North Prospect Plymouth. Can be found up at
Central Park lurking with intent to bash some poor old unsuspecting lady over the back of the head to get
dinner money for their 14 children.
Keep away from this area but if you do find yourself in North Prospect it is easily identifable. You will notice a trampoline in every garden, accompanied by childrens toys surrounded by overgrown grass, a pitbull tied to every fence and even the old
paddling pool in the height of winter.
"
Ere were
swillies baiis and you havin a go?"
"
Urm... no I am actually from the job centre..."
"Get him baiis!"