I live on a rough council estate and I never see any of this sort of unpleasantness.
The worst street confrontation I've witnessed lately was when two young fathers brushed buggy-wheels on the pavement while trying to avoid the potholes, and each laughingly accused the other of being a shit driver.

Then again, being working class myself, I am not afraid of pikeys/chavs/the *underclass*. Any cheek and they'd get an earful.

Three local *pikeys* moved my elderly mother in law's property to her new sheltered housing complex this morning. I've never seen men work so hard, while still taking care of an old lady's precious possessions. Everything moved safely from one town to another, furniture placed where I wanted it, nothing broken, two trips, all done in four hours, with not a cross word or even a mild swear. Can't see three chartered accountants managing that!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 4 Oct 2013, 14:06, Reply)