Abingdon, the precinct, Saturday Morning. If you want to go ****-hunting, this is the place to go…
Step over the drunken **** bodies left over from the night before outside Stickies (otherwise known as Strattons, Abingdon’s only nightclub), shoulder-charge your way past the ChavMums (13 year old single parents pushing their goblin-faced children around in double-buggies) and walk through to possibly the most depressing selection of shops you could wish to stumble across including **** supermarket of choice Somerfields, **** “sells everything” shop of choice Woolworths, and the local Boots – the family planning dept of which is always curiously empty…
Also look out for the cars in and around abingdon. Turded Saxos, Vauxhall Novas / Corsas and Mk1 Clios are the de-rigeur. For more, check out RiceandNeds for a look at what the peasant underclass of (SC)abingdon drive…
