Bury St Edmunds

Who would have thought that Bury St Edmunds in the heart of rural Suffolk would be the breeding ground for little **** **** that it is. With its Cathedral and market it is every bit the perfect English town – except for the growing population of rude boys and ********. What makes the situation even […]

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Berkhamsted

I go to school in ”berko” and what an interesting place to go to school. Berko has several private schools and a few normal schools – the Collegiate, Egerton Rothsay, Ashlyns, Thomas Coram, Bogwater etc. Unfortunately for me, my parents chose to school me in Berko. ***** are swinging from the lamp posts in that […]

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Wisbech

“Wisbech has the distinction of having one of the finest original Regency terraces in the country” – or so the local tourist garb claims. Its’ other attributes are somewhat less publicised. The Market Place – once a distinctive, flourishing wealth of emporia is now home to “Everything for a pound” This is where the typical […]

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Ipswich

Ah, Ipswich…… a large thriving town but just a stone’s throw from pretty rural countryside and quaint little market villages. Okay, it’s lumbered with a stupid name, but we can live with that. What we can’t live with are the ***** who have invaded every corner, and especially MY corner of Ipswich. I live in […]

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Waltham Cross

As a 14 year resident of waltham Cross I have noticed a dramatic change in that it is rapidly becoming the new **** capital of the UK. Sandwiched on the border of Middlesex, London, Hertfordshire and of course ESSEX! means that Da Cross as the local homies call it is getting the overspill from internationally […]

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Saffron Walden

The good old Historic market town of Saffron Walden has seriously gone downhill in the past few years. ***** now pretty much own the town after about 7 pm, swarming all over the place like a plaugue of burberry clad ****. In this lovely town, you will come across the most unoriginal people, idiots all […]

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Harlow

What can be said about Harlow that hasn’t already been said before? Well did you know that Harlow has the highest % of teenage pregnancies in England, therefore in Europe. Hardly surprising given that there’s nothing else for the young ****’s and ********* to do except sniff glue and shag. When I first arrived at […]

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Pitsea

Jesus Harry Christ, was ever a town more aptly named (except maybe Grimsby). Pitsea, this reeking eastern suburb of the infamous Basildon, truly is the pits. To fully understand the seething underclass of this godforsaken region, one must picture the analogy of flies on **** because, ladies and gentlemen, Pitsea ITSELF is a ****. Yes, […]

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Barnet

There is some debate as to whether my home ‘taan’ is in ‘Norf Lundun’ or ‘Haarfordshaa’, but wherever it is, it seems be crawling with pondlife of varying shapes and sizes (in the case of the chavesses- the shape is either pencil thin and bony or lard heap on legs). Suburbs like mine seems to […]

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Hitchin

Hitchin. A charming little market town nestled between chavtastic Stevenage and the rather interestingly named London Luton International. Now this is going to be a shock to regulars as Hitchin is slighly different to your usual chavnests, yes; it´s slightly better. All residents possess proof of superior breeding and like to engage in discussions about […]

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