The worst places to live in London
Welcome to Penge! Oh? All you see is a festering pile of sewage? Well what did you think it’d be? A decent settlement with actual humans? HA! If you’ve just arrived on the Overground, board back on the train. Seriously. Everyone freaks out about Area 51, they should be talking about SE20. Don’t say I […]
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It would be time to call Norris McWhirter if the right-wing nut job wasn’t pushing up daisies. Little Tommy has smashed the record for gathering the most University of Life alumni in one place at his “United the Kingdom” rally. Police crowd estimates have yet to be confirmed, but the previous record when little Tommy […]
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Burnt Oak is the Body Odour of North West London. If you unfortunately find yourself in this hellhole, seek refuge immediately. You’d think the home of the first ever Tesco would be notable, yet death is a better option than living in this place (The Tesco branch chose it as well). The moment you step […]
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The gentile residents of St Johns would have you believe their little enclave is a suburban paradise, nestled between the affluent neighbourhoods of Greenwich to the north, Blackheath to the east, Brockley to the south and Telegraph Hill to the west. Don’t buy this bullsh*t – it’s part of the puss-filled borough of Lewisham, so […]
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As you turn the corner from a modern busy and energetic area of London named Brixton with great transport links to the rest of this glorious city, there is a place under a bridge called Loughborough junction, which is to say at the very least one of the most unglamorous and unsophisticated areas I’ve ever […]
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This is about what it’s like to live in Sidcup with the notorious Blackfen Road outside. For starters if you have never had the chance to visit NASCAR in the USA with all the thrills and spills of drivers trying to **** themselves with no brakes for glory? then don’t waste your money going to […]
I used to live on the Hackney/Lower Clapton border a few years ago, before gentrification. Even back then, I used to think it was rough although I used to take a kind of sadistic pleasure in informing any out of town friends visiting that we were driving down the North London murder mile while on […]
Neasden, Also known as “London’s loneliest village” located in the heart of north west London between Brent Park and St. Raphael’s Estate. There is no community here, nobody in London is bragging about being from Neasden. The most action this area has gotten was when N-dubz filmed his video on the Staples Corner overpass. Even […]
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When we first moved on to the Racecourse Estate in Northolt it was a sunny day but we were greeted by 2 women threatening each other, not the welcome to your new flat we hoped for but it was only going to get worse. To the naked eye you could mistake some parts of this […]
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Want a fun, fulfilled, family friendly day out? Do not come to Tooting! Never dull If you however do feel like making a tenacious trip to Tooting (god forbid) you’ll be greeted with some of the most incredible sights South London has on offer. From the groups of teenagers in full adidas that make you […]
Hendon is a mostly ok place. It is one of the few places in London where there is still a butcher, a fishmonger and a greengrocer on the high street. There are also a couple of excellent bakeries that friends from outside the area insist on visiting when ever the pop by. It has a […]
I used to live on the Hackney/Lower Clapton border a few years ago, before gentrification. Even back then, I used to think it was rough. Although I used to take a kind of sadistic pleasure in informing any out of town friends visiting, that we were driving down the North London murder mile while on […]
