Poole looks like it might not be apart of England when you look it up on Google – except most of the images on its Google search page aren’t actually in Poole. Corfe Castle – not in Poole; Kingston Lacy – not in Poole; Old Harry Rocks – also not in Poole.
I’ll tell you what is in Poole though: a rampant alcohol problem! Good luck getting to sleep if you live on the High St like I do, because there is a beautiful soundscape of drunk women screaming, drunk men arguing, and drunk hobos who stagger about the streets making guttural animal noises each and every night.
Fights on the street are commonplace, so much so that my partner and I keep tabs on the ‘fighters’ and their street records!
Sadly, Poole seems to have been ruined by the massive amount of housing in the area, flats are being built and abandoned left and right, leaving large amounts of Poole’s skyline littered with scaffolding that never seems to change its appearance towards any building progress. This means that huge amounts of people are pouring into a small town that seems to think that more people is the answer to its problems.
Poole is lovely if you’re a ner’do’well. Doesn’t seem like it offers much for any different type of person.
