After arriving in Chorley in 1980 my life became a depressed mountain of misery and boredom. The once thriving nightlife now reduced to a few stinking scabby pubs and some stupid so called micro bars that sell ridiculously overpriced cat piss. If your unlucky enough to find one of the festering dives that have live […]
Read More… from Chorley the **** crack of Satan’s drug dealer
From the moment you enter this diseased hell hole you can smell the social waste of time, first stop is market walk, a ridiculous sort of shopping centre but with cheap ****** shops, like ***** favourite the Card Factory complete with squawking sprog and ecig cloud blown in your face. Home of the shoplifting ****, […]
Read More… from Chorley (small insignificant sh*thole between Blackburn and Preston)
