The Worst places to live in East Anglia
Gayton village, one of the most picturesque places In Norfolk. Situated just outside King’s Lynn I was surprised at how well mannered people were, considering King’s Lynn was filled with ***** and ********* mainly from Gaywood, Fairstead, North Lynn and South Lynn. But Gayton was a quiet village. The Crown was a good little country […]
Whilst I admire greatly the efforts of my forebears, in whose writings on this website on Yarmouth and its equally ugly sister, Lowestoft, contain a great deal of truth and a good helping of humour, it seems to me that a new assessment be made of this poor wretch of a town. Some ten years […]
On the face of it, Huntingdon seemed like the ideal place for the wife and I to settle down. We listed our requirements as a train station for the daily commute to London, a Waitrose, a good restaurant and a little local history with a smattering of architectural merit. We thought Huntingdon had it all […]
I remember my early years in the town of Stanford-le-hope in Thurrock, we lived in a lovely modern new build home, and when I was 4 years old crime and **** levels became out of hand, and we moved, right to the top of essex to a small village right between Colchester and Ipswich. I […]
I’m lucky enough to live 7 miles away from Huntingdon but work nearby so tend to venture in about once a week to get fresh fish from the man in the market and shop in the excellent old-fashioned hardware shop where you can still get paint that isn’t water-based and until quite recently, real moth […]
From the ex-cons living in the flats overlooking the train tracks, to the drug dens up the Retreat Estate, here in Downham (referred to by it’s Cockney and Essex population as Daaahhnum) we have many invaluable amenities. Come to the high street for a piss-poor selection of shopping destinations, from Peacocks to Savers – you […]
Read More… from Downham Market: from ex-cons in the flats by the train tracks to the Retreat Estate
Amidst the glitz and glamour that Essex is ostensibly known for, there lies towns that differ from that image. Tilbury is a pertinent example of those ‘towns’. I’m reluctant to even call it a ‘town’. It doesn’t deserve that title. I think somewhere along the lines of ‘cess pit’, ‘slum’, ‘shantytown’ would be more appropriate. […]
Read More… from Tilbury, a God-forsaken town of disgruntled, rancorous d*ckheads
Luton has been let down by everyone from the train companies to the council. I’ll act as a tourist guide starting with the station which looks decrepit at best, even though it’s located along one of the most expensive commuter routes, the station operator can’t be asked to fix the leaking roof instead putting traffic […]
Ive lived here all my life and I hate it TBH. I’ll go forward in time order. During my childhood (I’m now 18 with no GCSEs by the way) I was thretend to death 3 times. twice by the 2 gangs that operate (with knives) and once by a VERY ****** council housed ***** with […]
Brandon – A small town a few miles from an even worse town, Thetford. Anti social people roam the streets by day, smoking their drugs and holing up in disused children’s homes jacking up and fulfilling their life long dreams of being nothing more than hopeless addicts. The town itself is extremely run down and […]
Read More… from Brandon – a few miles from an even worse Thetford
Let’s be reasonable here – the posts on here about Peterborough are the undeveloped negative image to the picturesque photograph the city’s politicians and tourism board would have you envisage; just as unrealistic, sensationalist and inaccurate, but from the other side. Like all cities, Peterborough has its ups and downs, though I don’t think it’s […]
Hertford is a small satellite market town in the heart of the Home Counties. It conjures up images of The Archers on Radio 4 in the minds eye. Mature oak trees, winding country roads, grandiose stately homes and plush green fields surround a quintessentially English aesthetic complete with a river that is flanked by beautiful […]
Read More… from Hertford: fetid with the haughty stench of smug self righteousness
