The Truth:
It's a nice place. Should probably be in Cambridgeshire because it's that nice.
The Other "Truth":
Saffron walden is a pre-teen chav infested town in Essex. There are also slags with their skirts rolled up, ridiculous amounts of underage smokers, braindead zombies (who normally work at the local 'supermarkets') that consistently smoke weed, and of course - the core old people of this town who have probably never ventured north of Littlebury or South of
Debden.
The
Quakers wont even let a fucking
Sainsbury's open up. If it was up to these Quakers the town would only have a blacksmith, a spinning wheel, and some other pre-historic bullshit.
In the means of entertainment there is no cinema, bowling, ice rink, etc. There is however a
bowling green, a cricket pitch and an art gallery.
There are also the ‘Bazzers/Barrys'. These people think it's cool to sit on the 'Common' (which is NOT incorrectly named) in their cars late at night. It's also hilarious that the people who consider themselves the 'hardmen' in the town are 16-19 year old chavs that when confronted run home crying.
The town has about 15 Pubs, but people only care about the cheap, loud, weatherspoons in the centre of town. The night isnt complete unless a dumb little chav starts a fight outside.
There is little else to say about this town. It's my town. And like every other stupid local; I love this
fucking shitty little place.
Example (1):
Person a: I'm from Saffron
Walden. A quiet, nice, clean town in the part of Essex that should probably belong to Cambridgeshire.
Example (2):
Person b:
I iz from Walden bruv. I iz gunna knock yo teeth out if u ask
agen, innit. I break da law by drinkin' in da park and sometimez i even spit on the floor!
