Ashington used to be a very depressing place. At one time the narrow footpaths between the back to back mining rows were full of dog cr@p and litter, not to mention the permanent smell of urine from drunks who staggered home from the many working men’s clubs that plagued the town. Plucking Banjos When the […]
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Ashington lies just off the northeast coast of England and was once a place where grown men tunnelled in search of coal. Not anymore. Ashington is now a necrotic ulcer on the nether regions of the North East. It is a place where being ‘hard’ is admired and violence is a mark of a man’s […]
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Ashington is by far the ********* town in Northumberland, every other car you see on the road is either a Vauxhall (the *****’ and thicko’s vehicle of choice) or a Motability car of some kind (Usually either an Astra, Meriva, Zafira or a C4 Picasso), the ageing ***** vehicle of choice. In the ten years […]
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