Well, What can i say?? Well Loads actually and its all sh*t! Lets start with the **** campsite! Burberry Central!!! You cant go anywhere on the camp without bumping into a fat, shaven headed prat, who is wearing all the jewellery from the latest addition of the Argos catalogue, taking their annual hols from Nelson Mandela house, Peckham.
They will tell anyone who will listen that they earn a fortune and that they own a caravan there!!! (why on earth would you want to do that??) and after they have flashed their 15 rings on each finger at you, they speed away in their J reg Pajero!! The Women are just as bad, and brawl and shout in their awful south London accent whilst trying to find a spare piece of skin, (there is a lot of it!) to have their newest tattoo, usually of a rose with their 18 kids names on it or some mysterious chinese writing that really means ‘i am a tw*t’….. Anyway, thats enough of the nicer element, let talk about the village!
The village is viler than **** itself!! The pubs are full of locals, with their ridiculous 70s moustaches, Pot bellies, and wearing the latest ‘clothing co’ collection, (and thats just the women), Actually, when i say full, i mean about 4 or 5 in the crown, snarling at whoever dares enter. and thats disco night!!
The people that live there are soooooo sad and unhappy its untrue. They have all moved down from some london suburb to escape some love triangle.. or the police….. or even both! They ***** and interfere in everybody’s lives because theirs are so uninteresting and dull. The majority of the locals are all shagging each other, and are a set of hypocrites.
Selsey needs to be claimed by the sea, to put them all out of their misery!!
