Living in Kings Lynn
Written by Anonymous Visitor and posted in East Anglia, Norfolk

Once the 2nd most important town in Medieval England, due to the Port, this once prestigious gem has been reduced to a Chav breeding ground.

That should be ‘In’-breeding ground. Anyone who has the misfortune to be in Norfolk Street for a night out may wander haplessly into Doctor Thirsty’s – a theme pub of almost mind-blowingly crap proportions.

Turns out that Thursday nights are Karaoke, and I had a chance to witness a group of persons who looked like a close family but told me they worked at a company called Adrian Flux. This must be the only employer in the area other than the Gold counter at Elizabeth Duke’s.

One of their number who I believe went by the name of ‘Whisler’ represented the absolute epitome of inbreeding!

This wonky eyed, sweat-sodden wannabe rock god actually thought he was in fuckin’ AC/DC. With howls of joy from the Fluxchavs he took to the stage and proceeded to shake his lardy, white, in-bred toosh all over the gaff.

This butt-muncher was an absolute howler and chatting with him post-song, he divulged his love of ‘The Coop’ – Alice Cooper. Also he played in a Glam Rock band whose claim to fame was playing the annual Chavfest – King’s Lynn Festival – on the same bill as Rolf Harris, which he said was a turning point in his life and gave his music more direction.

It turns out that this child-of-the Sixties who felt he had missed his calling as a Platform-booted megastar turns out to be only Twenty F*****g Five!! With his Bobby Charlton wrap-over barnet I pissed myself as he took to the stage to serenade his extended family with some Bryan Adams ballad.

Total Class (less)

Frizz