The worst places to live in South East England
I have lived here for 10 years and on the whole it is a pleasant place to live. I have never felt threatened when out on the streets at night and, as I am a runner I am out on the streets a lot. The shops in the high street are OK and there’s not […]
Read More… from Sandhurst, there is nothing to do… really, nothing.
This town could be a great place to live, but it is ******** and run by a bunch of over the hill, out of touch OAPs who hate change and any one under 50 being in their town. This is the sort of place where the seagulls bombard your car with fish smelling sh*t, but […]
H.G. Wells studied and taught at the school, Midhurst Grammar (as it was then). The school has since been turned into an academy, and resembles the starship Enterprise, if it had crashed into a brick factory, and Grange Hill. It was the events of 1880 that inspired Wells to speculate and ********* about tripod fighting […]
When I was younger, I had fond memories of Fareham. I still nostalgically reminisce about going on leisurely walks with my family when I was around seven years old. Growing up, however, has taught me that I was either: oblivious to how disgusting this place is, or my generation has tainted Fareham with its complete […]
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Reading is full of pubs for people who want to drink till they puke, and believe me you will find plenty of people like that. So much so, that they now have a special bus just to cope with the “revellers” in the hope of stopping them from ending up in the A&E but if […]
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Lee-On-Solent. Lee-On-The-Solent. Lee. Whatever you decide to call it, Lee-On-The-Solent is that lovely little area that seems to have way too many roads for its size, situated a little bit away from Gosport. For those who study demographics, Lee-On-Solent is very interesting. There are three types of people: Old, posh, self centered God-Botherers who don’t […]
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Pagham: that fieldy place adjacent to Bognor Regis, neighbour to Chichester and the land of “No, you can’t cut across there to get to Selsey.” If you’re in the lucky 0.8% of the Pagham population who is under 60 years old and doesn’t drive a Nissan Micra at an astounding 15mph, well done. You’ve somehow […]
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High Wycombe, two of the worst words in the English language, just hearing the words reminds of the smells of piss and ganja. I have had the unfortunate burden of being born and living in this town, Being here my whole life, I can give the true “lowdown” on this Buckinghamshire ghetto. Firstly, what is […]
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Thame is the pit stop for surrounding areas, the ugly inbetweener, the lonely third wheel, the commuter’s choice between Oxford, MK and London. It serves its purpose as a literal stepping stone — having often being mistaken as an island: knee-deep submerged in the cowshit tainted flood plains that encompass the place. In Thame, the […]
Loudwater is a ‘not-village’ nestled between the black hole of High Wycombe and the posh, achingly middle class Beaconsfield. Situated along London Road, walking anywhere in Loudwater means dodging cars hurtling off the roundabout towards the motorway or trundling to Tesco. Incidentally, living in Loudwater for long enough might just be enough to persuade you […]
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Rochester, where to start, firstly forget Dickens, the locals hang onto that image with every thread in their cheap market clothing. He’s dead, and the town should try a new trick. All the local are so, ‘Oh, we live in Rochester’ really??? It really is the very very slightly upmarket Medway town, as in lower […]
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Oh Milton Keynes, Milton Keynes…what have you done to yourself? A long standing national joke about Concrete Cows, the gridded roads and a bought in Football team. That’s most people’s sum knowledge about MK, and to be honest, it was mine until i had the dire misfortune to think that moving here would be a […]
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