Living in Kirkby
Written by Anonymous Visitor and posted in Lancashire, Merseyside, North West, United Kingdom

Kirkby…. notable for what?? Absolutely F**K ALL!!!!

I have limited (for which I’m VERY grateful) experience of Kirkby. I work in Liverpool, and have to travel via Kirkby train station each day. This is just a nightmare for people like myself (you know…. human)

Kirkby train station is the link between Manchester and Liverpool’s train stations, and it separates the 2 train lines (why on earth I don’t know…) but this is nothing more than the portal between reality, and hell!

The chavs that populate the bridge above the station are the trolls from fairy tales, only on top of the bridge instead of beneath. Newton discovered gravity in 1687. In 2014, the s**t of the earth, more commonly known to us as “chavs”, that populate Kirkby have decided to test his theory using bricks. I’m glad that in my wait for the next train I have to endure something akin to a day in the life of a resident in Baghdad…. it’s nice to know these little shits will gladly come out even in the rain just to continue this bombardment of the “evil” people that wait patiently for the train either to or from work, just so we can pay for these little shits to afford the beer (for beer read piss!) they drink on a daily basis instead of doing the decent thing and getting a job!

The scheming little shits will even take the time to slide down the embankment next to the bridge just to avoid paying the measly £3 train fair into Liverpool when they can get their white shell suits covered in s**t…. then again, what’s the saying “it’s the wearer that makes the clothes?” Quite apt really!

And as for the “lovely ladies”, I happened to be on a train yesterday, sat next to an adorable chavette who decided to discuss her sexual antics with “fella of the week” Martin, to her 13yr old little brother. Some of the stuff she does with these guys would cost a fortune off a pro, so guys, get in with Kirkby chicks because it’s cheap…. then again, they do look cheap!!! However, when her brother asked about David who’s name we shouldn’t mention…. (he’s presumably slept with her best mate!) she told him to shut up and mind his own business…. So you’ll gladly tell him about you, Martin and the kitchen table but you don’t want to think about David??? I can see you’re a really emotional person who’s just “misunderstood”…

All in all, this isn’t a complete rant about Kirkby, just an insight into my very limited (once again, thanks God, I couldn’t have done it without ya!) experiences of this s**t-infested hellhole that is part of Merseyside! I’m just glad I only have to endure about 20 minutes a day of this s******e.