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
Buckshaw village in Chorley is one of those new villages what are cropping up around this now despicable country. It used to be an RAF base. It’s becoming a **** place to be. There seems to be a whole new sub culture of **** emerging. Most houses and flats are over 100 grand, but this […]
Read More… from Buckshaw village – it’s becoming a **** place to be
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)
