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Bourne: a backwater Lincolnshire market town
Now there has been a couple of articles on here written about Bourne, which where down right nasty and scathing. Now here is the truth. Bourne is a backwater Lincolnshire market town that sits on the A15 to either Sleaford or Peterborough, and believe me, you do not want to go to Sleaford – Despite […]
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Bourne aka Deliverance
I grew up in Bourne back in the days when it had a population of a mere six thousand benighted souls. It was a violent place especially for an outsider. On my first day at school, aged four, I came out of the classroom and watched the other boys run across the playground egged on […]
Bourne, the place where social progress goes to die.
It’s somewhat ironic that Bourne boasts two well-respected secondary schools, given that they provide the town’s younger generations with the best possible route out of this flat-as-a-pancake hellscape. Only those too thick to figure out an escape plan remain past college age, where they slowly ferment into the kind of dim-witted, loud-mouthed, racist, homophobic rednecks […]
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Wow! It’s Bourne! A town taken over by takeaways, hairdressers & cafés
Well, what can I say?! Bourne…a small town. Classed as a market town, yet the market has only around 4 stalls, mostly owned by the same guy! He knows how to make a living from fruit, veg and flowers/plants! The majority of the town has been taken over by takeaways, hairdressers and cafés. The oldies […]
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Bourne, Lincolnshire (Atom Bomb needed)
Bourne is pretty much the epicentre of the world or at least that’s the way the community of Bourne see it anyway. This low life breeding hell hole is just about the most detached moron ******** **** dwelling place on earth. Alarm bells were first ringing when I was greeted by two kids playing duelling banjos on […]
