Who do kids think they are these days? Eighteen years old and they think they know it all. They have no life experience, no knowledge to base their assumptions on and virtually no guidance that anyone is allowed to give them anymore. One such person lives in Nottingham, a veritable modern day Robin Hood.



Robin Chavs has just turned eighteen and lives on the Little John council estate. He spends his days with his homies who behave more like a band of outlaws. They use car hire Nottingham to club together their cash, no doubt the proceeds of their recent robberies and they tear around the streets, terrorising the other locals.

If money is tight Robin and his bird, Sharon Dobbs, can be seen hanging about propped against their vehicle from car hire Nottingham on any street corner near the estate and as we all know it's the done thing for kids to be seen to have a car, let alone whether or not they can drive it or afford to run it. His mates don't realise it's a hire car, they're just glad they can get a lift down to the dole office on a Thursday.

Of course, in these days where knowledge about anything can be gained with such ease through the internet you would think it would make all of us that little bit wiser and more picky. But not Robin Chavs and his modern day Maid Marion. They jump in their wheels from car hire Nottingham and speed off to Friar Tuck chip shop for their lunch.

An afternoons entertainment is made by driving down the High Street, lobbing chips at pedestrians and shouting abusive language from the car windows. How can they possibly call this fun? They have no respect for authority. When they drive irresponsibly through the town centre, it makes PC Green so mad, with their loud taunts of "Come get me, sheriff" that he can often be seen speeding towards them in a cloud of dust.

The one time Robin Chavs could be said to be doing a good deed was the day he used his influence with car hire Nottingham to secure a lift to the court for his mate, Billy Redd, who was going down for his part in robbing the rich. That's it, they just rob the rich, none of this giving to the poor business.

It would be something if Robin Chavs could get a life and at least take his girlfriend Sharon out for the day, maybe Sherwood Forest, or somewhere like that. No chance. The nearest thing they get to a day out is a trip to the local Arndale Centre where they skip down the middle aisle of Waitrose, knocking over stock and doing their level best to get kicked out.

However, as with all good stories, good always wins out over bad. Robin Chavs was hurtling the wrong way up the bypass when he met with PC Green. There was a showdown but the constable had had enough and stood his ground, his knuckles white around the steering wheel. Not being as brave as he liked to make out in front of his mates, Robin ground his car to a halt and succumbed to arrest.

His car was returned to the car hire company with a strict warning not to rent to him again and Robin Chavs was locked up until he had chance to grow up.