The worst places to live in the East Midlands
The name says it all. GRIMsby. After suddenly deciding I wanted to go university three weeks before the new education year started. I was left with very limited options. Grimsby was one. So I decided I would move there for a year and then transfer to a different university of my choice. My god what […]
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Having lived in Mablethorpe for 12 years of my childhood and recently moving back to take care of an elderly relative, I think I can say I know Mablethorpe pretty well. It’s a ghost town. Both banks have now shut down and good luck trying to use the post office for your banking needs if […]
When I first saw Lincoln I was in awe at the sight of one of the most pretty cathedrals in Britain. However that was all but gone when I entered a city where the greatest monuments not on a big posh hill was a holiday inn, some office blocks (very sparse) and the holy Morrison’s. […]
Perched just off junction 22 of the M1 is the village of Markfield… well when I say village it is actually a giant housing estate with an older centre. On the plus side you have open fields and pleasant walks around the area and of course panoramic views of the M1 for those wishing to […]
After having been raised here since birth to a rare pair of parents that weren’t related to each other in any way, I escaped Glossop as soon as possible and haven’t been back in 20 years. I hear it’s been hit by gentrification now, but in all seriousness it really needed hitting by a particularly […]
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The Derbyshire village called Breaston, is still stuck in caveman times. If you’re pro hunting, fox hunting etc, then this might be the place for you. Folk who live here are Neanderthals, can spot them by the way they speak words like “UGG”, scrapping their clubs along the ground or their fists. Highlight of the […]
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On recent terrible trip the Lincolnshire town of Mablethorpe I was horrified at the down trodden class of trollops that are attracted to the town. I discovered a large proportion of sink-hole estate vest wearing, roll-up smoking, tattooed unemployable empty heads who were swearing their heads off at every opportunity. Flatulence was the main mode […]
As you drive into Bakewell on a public holiday or weekend, you cross the beautiful Victorian bridge and enter the town centre, by which point you will be losing daylight and will have to turn around and go back through the traffic Tokyo of England, where children are taught from a young age to ignore […]
Kibworth, a beautiful countryside town filled with middle class, old, white men, right? Wrong. An *********** from the south east of ***** has destroyed the town, filling each bush with an array of used ****** needles and grotty condoms. Just making it down the A6 without hearing the word ‘oi you f*kin cant’ is about […]
Now there has been a couple of articles on here written about Bourne, which where down right nasty and scathing. Now here is the truth. Bourne is a backwater Lincolnshire market town that sits on the A15 to either Sleaford or Peterborough, and believe me, you do not want to go to Sleaford – Despite […]
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Ahhhh, Leicester, where does one begin? When taking a stroll through town, one cannot help but feel threatened by the sheer amount of what are commonly known as ‘Roadmen’. This is another word for ne’er-do-wells. Now, let it be known – When I say ne’er-do-wells, I do not refer to the poor, simply those who […]
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If you are thinking of moving to Coalville, then read this. Your sanity os on the line. As if the general aroma of a deceased town with zilch prospects wasn’t unappetising enough, we now have a 99% derelict addiction and the dole sucking kids to go with it! Welcome to a town that’s lost all […]
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