Actually thinking about it,
Bristol is a stronghold of the downright common.

Whilst in the hairdresser's my housemate heard a fellow patron explain they were naming their sprog 'Corsa' because of the fathers' love for his Vauxhall.

Walking to work last week, seeing a mother lean out of a phone box with Tenant's Super in hand, spit on the ground and call her child, who probably hadn't even seen his 7th birthday, a 'fucking cunt' because he was asking to go to the toilet.

Seeing a family have a fight outside the supermarket is not a rare thing either. Just yesterday I saw a teenager pick up a trolley and attempt to throw it at the person I assumed to be the 'father'. Unfortunately for him, he was weak and dropped the trolley on his face. So y'know. They can be funny sometimes. Just not on purpose.
(Scrumpy does not negotiate with terrorists,, Sat 18 Oct 2008, 14:56, 3 replies)

the amusing thing at the moment
is watching the hordes congregate in the new Cabot Circus - I suspect the developers had a very different clientele in mind.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Sat 18 Oct 2008, 15:43, closed)

Doomed
I give it a year before Cash Converters and the pound shops move in. Anything even slightly upmarket has always failed in Bristol (e.g. Bentalls, Harvey's - the city's only Michelin starred restaurant).
I really hope I'm proven wrong.
(Fucksticks, Sat 18 Oct 2008, 21:41, closed)

Bristolianisms
I grew up in Bristol and it was the "Bristolianisms" that people used which could help you identify if they were "Chavy" or not. Words like girt, girt lush, Alriiiight?, minger, minging, tosser. When I go back to visit Bristol I listen out for these words, they still make me smile when I hear them. :C)
(Woofie, Mon 20 Oct 2008, 16:39, closed)