As I walked through the town where I grew up, to meet my brother for a Christmas drink a single thought keeps running through my mind. The thought being that Thanos might actually have been right, though when it comes to Peterborough he was only half right. As I stroll through these dystopian streets one […]
Read More… from Peterborough: Santa Claus is not coming to town
Peterborough. Well, what can I say about it? Like many other places in Britain it has very little left now that is culturally significant. St John’s church, the Cathedral and the Bull Hotel. Nothing else. The heart of this small (but nice) little place was ripped out in the 60’s and 70’s in the name […]
Read More… from Peterborough: oh for a nuclear bomb (or a really big bulldozer)
It is truly difficult to convey how mentally challenged the average Peterborian is. There are small pockets of intelligence and culture dotted around the city but these are rightly mocked, attacked and pushed to the margins. The city voted heavily for Brexit and the vast majority of inhabitants believe any woe in their life can […]
Read More… from Peterborough – you shouldn’t be that close to your cousin
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 […]
Let’s be reasonable here – the posts on here about Peterborough are the undeveloped negative image to the picturesque photograph the city’s politicians and tourism board would have you envisage; just as unrealistic, sensationalist and inaccurate, but from the other side. Like all cities, Peterborough has its ups and downs, though I don’t think it’s […]
