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The roads look more
like a high class car dealership as most of the women drive around in
their husbands Ferrari or Astons, attempting to park in the already full
spaces. It is here that the women are out in force. They do not work,
there is no need, they all stay at home and bake cakes for little Pippas
school fete, heaven forbid that Elizabeth from number 4 will make head
of the PTA again. It is nearby impossible to move on this bustling street
during the day due to the sheer amount of pushchairs and OAPs. The
sun always seems to be shining here, illuminating its residents into an
almost god-like and regal status.
county full of rolling countryside hills, huge mansions, acres of
farmland and some of the best schools in the country. However, beyond
this idyllic rural setting there lies a cruel and sinister suburban
world. The main high street in Amersham, the town I call home, boasts
a Tesco hypermarket, Tesco Express and the newly opened Tesco Metro,
not to mention a Marks and Spencer food store and hundreds of different
card and gift shops.
Conversely, past this beautiful high street lies a more ominous world,
a haven for the drunkards and aptly named chavs of Buckinghamshire.
The air here is colder, it gives one chills up their spines, a nagging
feeling of doubt enters ones mind. You will not find a supermarket here,
not even a card shop. It is more of an alleyway dominated by urine soaked
walls and broken bottles littering the cracked paving stones. The drunken
men stumble around, not even aware of themselves, they cannot even remember
where home is anymore. Youth culture seem to fester here, adorned in their
tracksuits they flash menacing looks to the unfortunate passer-bys.
Also found, young single paretns snorting cocaine through rolled up £20
notes, usually part of the state-benefits for their many children.
Perhaps I am painting a bad picture of Buckinghamshire, but this issue
needs to be addressed. The schism between the upper and middle class perfect
families in their mansions and the working class single mother in her
council house is getting worse. The council attempts to help, but at the
end of the day, our constituency is a Conservative one, who ignores this
divide, praying that the problem will go away. The schools in Buckinghamshire
are our only hope, it boasts some of the best in the country and more
and more children are attending university, bettering themselves and paving
the way for a future. Naturally there is an underlining divide between
the state and public schools.
The archetypal mother of David and Sara at one of our many private schools
will lock the door on her 4x4 if someone from a secondary school attempts
to associate with her.
Buckinghamshire is most probably one of the best places to live in the
country however, due mainly to its low crime rate, stunning houses and,
of course, its educational institutions. I for one am extremely glad my
parents moved us there for a better life.
© holly christodoulou October 2007
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