The worst places to live in South West England
I can honestly say I’m proud to have come from Combe Martin, near Ilfracombe, North Devon. It is truly the most depressing, hopeless and generally futureless place on earth. I am proud because despite the fact that there are no good schools in the whole area and absolutely no examples of people who have come […]
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Saltash, on the face of it appears to be a middle class, family orientated town which welcomes visitors with open arms… But, behind the smoke lies a cruel, jealous, vindictive town, that can strip the few decent residents bare in seconds, should they ever show any level of decency in public. The shop owners reflect […]
Read More… from Saltash: behind the smoke and mirrors lies a cruel, jealous, vindictive town
On my first visit to chard I was immediately struck by the sheer class of the place, it is a beautiful town with clean streets, and it gave the impression that it was the kind of place that only people of a social hierarchy could possibly afford to dwell in. The houses themselves reminded me […]
Read More… from Chard, the houses remind me of Cambridge… if it had been bombed
Seaton is over-run with pensioners. Not the nice fluffy kind, the “get out of my way you snivelling little fool” type on their mobility scooters. They all live in bungalow-land in the north of the town leaving the town centre to a deserted shopping street and a gigantic Tesco, which is also only half full […]
There are 2 simple category’s in Stroud: The homeless ***** who like to sit in druggy park at 1 pm whilst drinking their tesco cider mixed with energy drink and shout at people as they walk past. And we have the hippies, with their hula-hoops, oversized harems and s**t dreadlocked hair who like to take […]
Read More… from Stroud, who wants to be stared at by a group of *******?
Whist the outskirts of Tewkesbury have grown with new housing estates over the past 40 odd years, the town itself remains a pretty constant and little has changed over the years, yes there is the odd tattoo parlour and a multitude of charity shops, but that seems to be the norm for most towns these […]
Most incomers as the locals call you arrive into Dartmouth via one of the River ferries, where you will be met with the best kept town centre awash with art galleries and quaint unique shops. All this with Sir Aston Webbs Naval College sitting grandly overlooking the beautifully set postcard image. Dare you creep up […]
Read More… from Dartmouth, Devon, picture postcard or chavsville?
Bridport the historic tw@t town (it really says it on the sign on the way in) a town that has a bigger cover up rate than area 51. So maybe it says it’s a historic market town and the people are welcoming like a certain tv series on cbs reality called underbelly bridport has a […]
Come to our beloved City of Gloucester! Vistors will note on arrival to our fine city (if youre lucky enough to actually get a train that stops there); your first port of call will probably be our bus station. However you come by car, dont leave it unattended as some jobsworth traffic warden is likely […]
Warminster is an old, run down, dingy, ******, dull, grey, depressing kind of town – a lot like most of its inhabitants, but the military presence here (one of the UKs “Super Garrisons; although quite honestly there isn’t anything Super about it) give us our own unique brand of Squaddiech@vs, Anti-Squaddiechavs and Squaddieslapperch@vettes. It’s fashionable […]
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Northleach is a traditional Cotswold village nestled covertly within the boundaries of sleepy mid-Gloucestershire. Populated with a combination of foot-faced, monosyllabic, grunting, ****** miscreants and Times reading oversized rugby shirt and waxed jacket clad London idiots, this place is truly the quaint, ******* basket capital of Britain. Growing up in this trap of a place […]
Read More… from Northleach: an olde worlde smokescreen masking drugs, depression & squalor
Imagine it. You’ve just finished an epic, 300 mile bike ride. You’ve raised £2500 for Cancer Research; you’re ecstatic, you’re feel infinitely happy. Then, it all goes wrong. Heading to the final campsite, you turn left rather than right at the roundabout. That’s what happened to us: four teenagers on bikes unknowingly venturing into the […]
Read More… from Heamoor, Cornwall, unknowingly venturing into the lion’s den
