The worst places to live in Cheshire
Wilmslow is by no means as dreadful as some of the towns on this site, but awful in its own way. Wilmslow has several different groups; descendants of “Old Wilmslow” meaning those whose family were here before 1940, successful boomers who moved here in the 60s and 70s usually from not far away and bought […]
I was born in Crewe but was lucky enough to have relatively enterprising and hard-working parents. They felt it would be better to move out of town and bring me up in a semi-affluent village not too far away. Enough, I cannot thank them! Graduating from university in another God-forsaken northern pit called Lancaster (which […]
When you hear of Cheshire you think or footballers and housewives right? Well until you enter Macclesfield aka WannaBe Manchester. The town centre is empty, all you have to see for entertainment is homeless people (may I add they they were set on fire not so long ago). Then there’s the drugs. Oh yes EVERYONE […]
What can I say about Nantwich? Surrounded by pretty countryside, historic buildings abundant, friendly locals. That is until you meet the Yummy Mummy brigade. Sporting a brace of children a piece, these creatures take over the whole town until it becomes a sea of middle class insolence that only those with an iron will can […]
Read More… from Nantwich: home of the yummy mummy & a sea of middle class insolence
The subject of Nantwich’s integrity has been called up many times over the last decade. This is a place where the Lords and Ladies of Aston, the Barony of Acton and the Magisters of Wybunbury have long considered to be the most ‘urban’ destination that they are willing to drag little Jonty and Elisabet(no H) […]
When people think of Chester, they think of the walls, the beautiful cathedral and the of course the mighty Chester FC. However, little do they know that only a mile down the road lies the large suburb of Blacon. A place where as a man you can either take drugs, sell drugs or leave, or […]
Read More… from Blacon, Chester, where you can either take drugs, sell drugs or leave
Grew up in Handforth all of my life, its got a good reputation and a bad one, as it’s part of Cheshire and only a few miles from wilmslow where all the footballers and corrie stars live, that theory is wrong very wrong, Handforth is also known as “Gunforth” although I personally think it could […]
Read More… from Handforth, its got its good parts and its bad parts
If you’re looking for a nice place to settle and start a good, quiet life, then look elsewhere but here, this town is twined with Burnley, yes we all know about Burnley. If you don’t I am sure after this you will understand, anyways Stalybridge like Burnley, was a mill town thriving with work and […]
Read More… from Stalybridge, sweet innocent kids turned into right little ********
Well where do I start? Culcheth is a hole roughly equidistant between Liverpool and Manchester, and as it’s in commuter reach of both these “fair” cities, property prices over the last 25 years have ran out of control, making it eternally unaffordable for the offspring of local people. It’s popular with fat accountants, drug dealers […]
Read More… from Culcheth is a hole roughly equidistant between Liverpool and Manchester
It angers and saddens me a great deal to read the many obituries of once proud working and mining towns like Barnsley, Rotherham, Sheffield, Middlesbrough, Sunderland etc on this site. These were all places I was familiar with as a very young man back in the late 1970s and places I loved to visit and […]
Sale is a god awful town on the edge of Cheshire and Lancashire.It boasts sights such as the Racecourse council estate, a variety of charity shops and charming locals. Sale is possibly the most depressing place you will ever come across. The abundance of street performers with little or no talent will astound you. My […]
Read More… from Sale, Cheshire, a black hole of misery and despair
Nantwich is nn old town in every respect, its buildings have a quaintness that people come to see. Most of the older properties in the centre, have a quaint waterfall from their gutters when it rains, the pavements hold pools of water and the “Cheshire Set” have a seemingly unquenchable thirst for alcohol. Yet to […]
