The worst places to live in the East Midlands
If you are talking Northampton you are talking Abington Street to begin your visit, the once thriving and traditional main shopping thoroughfare having its teeth punched out, gaps filled with the perfunctory charity shops, pawn brokers, fast food restaurants and mobile phone repair shops (why is it only Afghans that work in those?) or simply […]
I went to school in Daventry and lived in a village nearby until I scarpered to London in 1997, aged 19. I couldn’t wait. Years later, I’m browsing Facebook and find out a school mate had made it to Australia, married and had kids. The other side of the planet! Desperate times. Others got to […]
You’re driving along the M1 northbound from Leicester sort of way and the journey feels fine except from a couple idiots on the outside lane trying to knock your car out of the way. Seems to be nothing around but fields, ‘Nice’ I thought. Then I see a sight that just looks so unwelcoming, the […]
Read More… from Nottingham, A dirty place full of people who can’t speak properly
The perineum of the east midlands is between Nottingham and Derby, this sinkhole of humanity known as Ilkeston has a derby postcode, but is more closely located to Nottingham than Derby. Tourism and activities There are not a great number of scheduled activities here but the anual Charter fair takes place every October and is […]
I went to university for a year in Melton (a performing arts course run at melton college under Demontford University) and although the course itself and the lecturers were brilliant, I can honestly say that Melton Mowbray is the most bizarre and terrifying place I have ever lived. I shall tell you for why: Everything […]
Read More… from Melton Mowbray is the most bizarre & terrifying place I’ve ever lived
Leicester seems to be proud of the obvious truth that it’s a mess. The great unwashed suffer while deluded fools still insist everything’s fine and dandy. Communities of various faiths and backgrounds have lived side by side for decades, and we’ve all watched Leicester turned in to a risible dump with rising crime and CSE […]
This town doesn’t just bore the pants off me, it offends me. The locals don’t leave the town, have never lived, have no personality. Everything shuts at 5. Houses, charity shops, estate agents, repeat that 6 times and you get the gist…. Back in 2000 or 2001 I recall a woman starving her baby boy […]
Holbeach in Lincolnshire, The town that Lincolnshire forgot. A giant open plan retirement home full of people from “Darn Sarf”. It’s so dead all you can hear is the distant whirring of the “mobility scooter”or the repetitive yapping of the far too numerous dogs that seem to be the “must have accessory” here. If you […]
Fleet, an overflow area for the giant southerner retirement home that is Holbeach or “Holbekistan” as it is now known. an industrial estate in the mud, dogshit and rotting veg with some houses in it. Fleet is inhabited by 3 or 4 families of knuckle dragging ******* who have lived there since before the birth […]
Read More… from Fleet: a miserable cabbage plantation of mud and depression in Lincs
All in all the locals, whilst obviously stark raving mad and having heads like dropped pies, are harmless enough. They largely prefer to stay indoors screaming at their televisions about how much they hate (in no particular order) foreigners (i.e. everyone not from Lincolnshire) city slickers from Lincoln, every ****** in Boston, them Wainfleet imbreds, […]
Read More… from Skegness – where northerners go to die (part 2)
There are so many elderly here it’s shocking but anyone with any sense and young enough moved out into a more hospitable place. If you cant drive then your career possibilities are pretty much doomed. it’s not the end of the earth but you sure can see it from there. Now there is a ****** […]
Read More… from Eakring: not the end of the earth but you sure can see it from there
Skegness cannot easily be described to those who have not experienced its uniquely wrist-slashing bleakness and the true sense of hopelessness that hangs heavy in the air of this insipid little seaside hovel. From the moment you arrive until the time you flee this ****-******** scab of a town, you are relentlessly stunned at what […]
