Polo is this town’s main entertainment. Too bad it occurs only a few months a year. You get to see Gauchos being brayed at by chinless wonders smashed on Veuve Clicquot (they sponsored the local mallet-&-Horse extravaganza for a few years). I heard Katie Price attended once. She could’ve bustled in to the local tapas […]
Read More… from Midhurst: Come for the Chukkas. Stay for the Gizzard-rolling
Chichester is a city with delusions of grandeur. It wants to be Bath, Oxford or Winchester. It cannot hope to match the cultural significance of these, or the affluence of the towns and cities such as Petersfield, Haslemere and Guildford with their direct commuter routes to London. It has a large student population but cannot […]
Read More… from Chichester: The Hyacinth Bucket of the South
So, I’ve lived here for over 10 years now and I have to say that Bognor is the shitest backwater slop-house that you could ever hope to not live in. It’s unofficial name, ‘The Cancer of the South Coast’, is truly deserved. The ‘people’ here (for want of a better word) act like the world […]
Read More… from Bognor Regis is the sh*test backwater slop-house
Pagham: that fieldy place adjacent to Bognor Regis, neighbour to Chichester and the land of “No, you can’t cut across there to get to Selsey.” If you’re in the lucky 0.8% of the Pagham population who is under 60 years old and doesn’t drive a Nissan Micra at an astounding 15mph, well done. You’ve somehow […]
Read More… from Pagham: that fieldy place adjacent to Bognor Regis
They should rename this town Morrisonville, seeing that the town is dominated by this supermarket. Awards should go to all the councillors, past and present, who knocked down all the buildings of character and replaced them by ubiquitous blocks of seaside apartments. Some bright spark in the 70’s also got rid of the sandy beaches, […]
Read More… from Bognor Regis is the only place I know that has a clear class divide
