Warsop is a place where people have only just learnt to stand up straight, we refer to these as Warsopians. Ex pit workers, single parent families or just dossers, you know where to find them.
The pubs make a roaring trade in the daytime, and they would not dare shut down the post office for fear of all the Warsopians claiming their Living Allowance, burning the place to cinders, these simple-minded invertebrate have not yet developed a way of expressing their frustration, so they can only express it through violence or vandalism.
Ex-miners tend to live in the pub on their pensions, whilst the other old Warsopians stay in their houses in fear of even going to Somerfield, the only supermarket in this godforsaken hole.
The very few enlightened Warsopians will leave the ******** as soon as it dawns on them that there is absolutely no chance of enlightenment for the majority of Warsopians.
The centre of local culture are the Talbot and the Hare and Hounds, where fishwives gather to receive the daily gossip and to grab a quick wrap of skag.
Most female Warsopians leave Meden school unable to read (allegedly) with an aspiration to become knocked up by any local skaghead whose **** has not yet fallen off, fortunately for these disgusting uneducated foul mouthed and foul c**ted *****, the average Warsopian male is usually either too drunk , stoned or just plain stupid to care who his fishwife might shag.
These young ***** are so rough, disgusting and unkempt when they lose their cherry, it is referred to as loosing their Sardine.
Dumpies’ the local cornershop, is the local socialising point for the young Warsopian *****. The Male ***** tend opt for Diamond white as this offers the best alcohol to money ratio for their meagre state benefits which they have worked Scrounged hard all week for, although many do not even manage to collect it for weeks because getting out of bed before 5pm when the post office shuts is too much of an effort for these hard scrounging *********. Female Warsopians will try to appear adult and sophisticated with their taste of wine by drinking Lambrini cherry.
The local lingo consists of the salutations flower, petal, love, duck, babe and chick as most Warsopians lack the mental agility to remember names and faces due to past alcohol abuse.
The only nice part of Warsop is the Carrs, unfortunately due to the problems of delinquent juvenile Warsopians who have not yet taken up the local job of scrounging, the Carrs is the centre of youth activities which include attempting to drown in 2 feet of water, shooting swans with a pellet gun and getting drunk and leaving all the empty cans and used needles.
Some forward thinking female Warsopians are known to walk around with a mattress and bells attached to their back just in case they happen to meet a family member/******.
They are ******* *******!
