The worst places to live in South West England
I watched the movie Deliverance the other day, and immediately it made me think of Cinderford, a former coal mining community in West Gloucestershire that I have had the misfortune of visiting on several occasions. The fundamental similarities are there: lots of trees and lots of *******. I live close to Cinderford in the marginally […]
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There is much to be said for a Forest of Dean education. Lydney is home to some of the region’s best and brightest; a town of philosophers, poets and deep thinkers. There is also much to be said for sarcasm, which the previous paragraph is full of. The inhabitants of Lydney (or Lydiots as I […]
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It’s an unfortunate well-known fact that the further north you go in Devon, the uglier and weirder the people. People don’t usually move to dark and windswept Combe Martin, they’re sent or abducted to this village of strange rites and pagan rituals on the edge of Exmoor. This is the racist alcoholics’ graveyard with a […]
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Ah, Wells. Lying at the foot of the Mendip hills its the smallest city in England and the gateway to the Somerset levels. Sounds lovely, right? Well, some of it is. There is a nice old cathedral that drags in hordes of noisy French students every summer, and there is also the Bishops Palace with […]
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Ilfracombe, population about 12,000 (OS grid reference SS516474) is a dump in North Devon, England. It is one part ****, one part decent, and one part alcoholic holidaymakers in Wetherspoons during the holidays. If you want a southwest England holiday and to see genuine Devonians in this town once second only to Brighton in its […]
If the world had piles, they’d be in Combe Martin, North Devon. I live here, but you can’t call it life. The good old British transport network, the seaside, shopping, and clothes, are old hat and cliché. You don’t need these things and Combe Martin hasn’t got them. What you need is people from Birmingham, […]
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When you think of Bournemouth, you think of a nice, happy place with nice views and sandy beaches, with nice weather. I’ll admit, having come from Dagenham, and with family all across East London and Essex, nothing could **** those sh*tholes, but alas, an unlikely contender reared its ugly head, and typically, it happened to […]
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When Dante’s Inferno was written all those years ago, the author gave us the most detailed and descriptive account of the nine different circles of Hell. Turns out he missed one. There are in fact 10 levels of Hell, and whilst the 9th circle is commonly thought to be the worst, the tenth circle is […]
There are 3 types of old people in the UK. Those between the ages of 90-100; walking around with their mouths ******* wide open as if they’ve just been told the world is running out of oxygen. Those between 80-90; slightly more lucid, but incontinence has clearly taken hold as evident by the stench of […]
Oh dear Gloucester, what happened to you? A once proud cathedral city leading to the Cotswolds is now a crime ridden concrete hell-hole, festering with *****, homeless and criminals. The city centre could be worse, the cathedral is impressive and there are some nice old Tudor houses and quaint little shops etc. But that’s as […]
Salisbury… the sort of place people emigrate from to avoid. I have recently been posted to this dump and have already applied to be transferred to anywhere but Wiltshire. The town (they call it a city because of the cathedral), trust me, it’s a big market town and full of ignorant bigoted thick Wiltshire people […]
Read More… from Salisbury… Dear God, what a boring, depressing dump!
Have you ever walked through a town for several minutes before realising that everyone in it has the same facial features? Yes; everyone in Coleford is related. Brothers marry sisters, uncles marry nieces and I believe there is even a chap named Dave who married his favorite pet sheep. To say the gene pool is […]
