Why not give sunny Carlisle a try, simply turn off at junction 42 of the M6 and hopefully no one will ever find out you've been.
There are parents walking about with kids in prams at 11/12pm going for their nightly hit at the closest dealers house.
This country is a shell of its former self, and the blame lies not with those chavs , but the pin-striped gangsters at the top.
The in-breeding capital of the UK. Smelling of sh*te, this is the place where the farmers meet to moan about how badly off they are.
Now I've been in Barrow several times, it's a place where the local youth don't know what's what and starts to pick fights just to occupy themselves, crazy ladies with three dogs start talking to