Welcome to Huddersfield, the traffic light centre of England, where there are more taxis per capita than any other town in the UK, all driven by people that drive to different set of rules on its crater-strewn roads. (I heard Kirklees was short-listed by NASA to test the Mars Rover). Back in time, prior to […]
I moved to Leigh by accident about 18 months ago after my husband and I made the rookie first time buyer error of being lured by a big house for a low price, without really researching the area properly first. Big mistake. Don’t get me wrong, the house is great (well it is now after […]
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My god where to even start with this utter slum. Cwmbran is set deep within the barren wastelands of South Wales, sticking out of its surroundings like a particularly sore haemorrhoid from an un-wiped ****. It is fringed by the delightful spa town of Newport to the south and the thriving social hubs of Ebbw […]
The once thriving market town of Dartford has been a cesspit for almost two decades now. As gentrification sweeps more and more of South London, more and more inner city ne’er-do-wells are pushed into its borders, primarily Dartford, making the place seem more like a rough South London borough, but at the same time the […]
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Where do I start with this awful town, pushed slap-bang in the middle of the polar opposites Rufford (full of posh people) and Ormskirk (full of ne’er-do-wells)? First things first, the **********. There’s an article on Burscough which talks quite a lot about Burscough’s “Bad Breeding” (which was the name of the article), so I […]
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Towyn, once part of North Wales popular north coast with its dunes, dreams and sunny holiday memories is now a nightmare on sh*t street. The dunes are now fortified boulders along the promenade, either to keep the hoards of ***** in their POW style static caravan camps in or the sea out.(presumably to stop it […]
Blackpools a holdover from a different time. A time when every single one of us unlucky people were stuck on this awful island and flights to somewhere halfway decent was reserved to only the richest among us. Back then in these “days of yore” Blackpool was visited by all kinds of hard-working British families for […]
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I lived in Stevenage for just over 30 years. I went to school, worked and ‘got around’ the town on a daily basis and got to learn the lay of the land and how it changed from an early age. Growing up in St. Nicholas, the Oval was a don’t go area, the ‘oval mob’ […]
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When you’re driving down the M4, you will smell Port Talbot before you see it. The steel works literally stinks of human **** and will have everyone you’re traveling with in the car, blaming each other for farting. Different areas of port Talbot seem to be inhabited by a majority of similar individuals. For example, […]
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Come to Weeting, Norfolk if you want to see nothing other than 9 year old wannabe gangsters, dog excrement covered streets and a bunch of eccentric yokels. Amazing what 1000 years of local breeding can do. On your arrival, after getting stuck at the station gates, obviously you will first see the “neighbourhood heroes” of […]
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Clem attlee court, a council estate off of the rubbish laden north end road. The place is full of wannabe boxers and gangsters most of whom are skinny, scruffy and who couldn’t punch their way out of a wet paper bag. The teenagers hang around in tracksuits spouting colourful language at vulnerable passers by. They […]
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So, Porth translated is “gateway”. It’s the gates to hell more like. I live in Cymmer (said ******) so you know we are off to a good start. The Rhondda (and no less Porth) is filled with ne’er-do-wells, lacking ambition of any sort. It amazes me that you will not find a single pretty girl […]
