I visited Great Yarmouth several times recently and hope never to have to return. Where the bleak, brown, hostile sea stops, bleak, hostile depressing streets start, with grim “amusement” arcades on the dilapidated front where it is impossible to imagine deriving any joy or amusement. The star attraction The star attraction it seems is a […]
Read More… from Great Yarmouth – A museum of bleakness and decay
Over the past few years Llandudno Junction has had an influx of people who sadly cannot read or perform basic mental tasks. This had made the Town (with the amenities of a village) a front runner for the nations lowest IQ. This has worried many people not just in the UK but across the world. […]
Dangling from the ragged backside of the similarly abysmal Weymouth like something a good wipe failed to dislodge, is the isle of Portland. I saw another post on here pointing out that locals talk about the island’s beauty when what they really mean is that the views AWAY from Portland, out to sea, are beautiful. […]
Behold ye a place so gloomy and miserable that not even Heinrich Himmler would dare visit such a depressing edifice of human decay, for such a visit would have necessitated Heinrich’s convalescence in a concentration camp. There is an urban Corpse called Cleveleys, and this sh*tty shanty ‘town’ is very quickly becoming Lancashire’s equivalent to […]
Plymouth, when people hear this name they instantly think of green and a lighthouse, Unfortunately this is not the case, the city is full of uneducated ingrates who struggle to spell their own name. Meeting someone who was born Plymouth or Cornwall who has an IQ score of more than 60 is a rare pleasure, […]
There’s no other way to describe Sutton Coldfield other than a dump. It’s a mixture of ne’er-do-wells and nouveau riche idiots who think class is having stone lions and fake pillars at the front of their house. There are more white range rovers, hair extensions and fake tan than at a Irish traveller wedding. Another […]
Read More… from Sutton Coldfield – Where good taste goes to die
Colchester, Christ, where to begin with this absolute dump? As with most big towns, it’s the people that let this place down. I’ve lived in a few different places and **** me this has to be the worst. It has become so overcrowded, depressing and has seriously gone down hill in the past few years. […]
Here I am in a place I fear i will never escape. A place equal to and greater than the famed Royston Vasey. On paper Market Drayton should be a nice quiet town to live… WRONG. How did I get it so god damn wrong? I have entered the ‘SH*T-LOOP’. The Yokels What makes Market […]
Glenrothes is truly one of a kind. One of a kind in the sense that you could never make a town as terrible and rotten if you tried. If you ever (unfortunately) find yourself in Glenrothes, Fret not! We have plenty of bridges to hurl yourself off! But before you decide that life may not […]
Read More… from Glenrothes and why God is a cruel, cruel man
Wiveliscombe in Somerset: Well where do you start? Often described in the glossy tourist brochures (I jest – there are no glossy tourist brochures!) as ‘The Gateway to Exmoor, nestling in an amphitheatre of glorious surrounding hills’. Instead what we find is that all that collective sh*te from those glorious surrounding hills (and by heck […]
Read More… from Wiveliscombe: sh*te rolled down hill and collected in one glorious cesspit
Dawlish Warren is marketed by the tourist board as a traditional seaside resort for family, fun holidays. They haven’t visited in the past 20 years evidently, and failed to notice it is really Royston Vasey in disguise. I swear the League of Gentlemen was inspired by this place. Summer In the summer it is full […]
Read More… from Dawlish Warren, Devon… a.k.a Watership Downer
I was unfortunate enough to move to Wootton Bassett as a 16 year old. Don’t be fooled by the Tudor library on the high street, or the word “Royal” that has been put in front of the name of this toilet town. A few posters have already commented about the people that represent 99% of […]
