A weary resident’s guide to Planet Thanet

Living in Thanet

We had been living in Thanet for nearly 5 years now, cannot wait to move away. If you can imagine a place that is the dumping ground for all that is wrong in society, Thanet is it. The locals take stupidity to a new level, just driving around you have to dodge motorists who drive at you, if you let them pass they thank you by sticking their fingers up at you, those who walk in front of your car, verbally abuse you just for the sake of it.

Shopping is a great joy, Margate high street is a sea of *****, toothless weirdos snapping their gums at each other, while balancing a roll up on their bottom lip. Drunks slumped outside shop door ways, asking for spare change. Outside the job centre you will find fat, takeaway-fed people smoking a few **** before signing on, taking it in turns to look after each others staffy type dogs.

Most houses have been converted into flats, the residents decorate their front yards with smashed up wardrobes, piss stained mattresses, piles of black bags that have been ripped open by seagulls. Dog poo is everywhere on the pavements. The local ***** gather outside their houses kick footballs at passing cars, if you dare to look in their direction you will be greeted by a strange language that consists of grunts and swear words.

How grim is your Postcode?

Someone from the council asked me how they can improve the area, my answer?

Drop an atom bomb on it.