I lived in Stevenage for just over 30 years. I went to school, worked and ‘got around’ the town on a daily basis and got to learn the lay of the land and how it changed from an early age. Growing up in St. Nicholas, the Oval was a don’t go area, the ‘oval mob’ […]
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I went to university for a year in Melton (a performing arts course run at melton college under Demontford University) and although the course itself and the lecturers were brilliant, I can honestly say that Melton Mowbray is the most bizarre and terrifying place I have ever lived. I shall tell you for why: Everything […]
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Leicester seems to be proud of the obvious truth that it’s a mess. The great unwashed suffer while deluded fools still insist everything’s fine and dandy. Communities of various faiths and backgrounds have lived side by side for decades, and we’ve all watched Leicester turned in to a risible dump with rising crime and CSE […]
What can I say about Shaw that has not already been so accurately written by my fellow wordsmiths? Well, here goes! I have lived is Shaw my entire life. I have worked on building sites, fenced stolen and counterfeit goods, dealt cocaine and had numerous affairs with the females of this town. I left my […]
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Combe Martin? A civil parish and former manor on the North Devon coast about 4 miles east of Ilfracombe. You can’t really mistake this place, and you mustn’t. Think Withnail and I and One Foot in the Grave, set in Devon’s own Royston Vasey. “Out of the World and into Combe Martin” as its old […]
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The people of Bedford and Kempston are not of the same human race as normal people, as they are the result of generational fear and paranoia, like the Stasi in East Germany or the the KGB, like in the fallen Soviet Socialist Republics. They watch you like Hawks, treating you with total suspicion and like […]
I’ve lived in Withington my whole life and wouldn’t wish living here on my worst enemy. Crackheads, winos, *****, the lot. It’s a place where your neighbour has slept with everyone that you know, where 13 year olds chat up middle aged women. It’s a place where you can’t get a pasty in peace. During […]
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Welcome to Garrison Estate Purfleet, home to *****, druggies and jobless layabouts. At first glance you would think it’s a lovely place to live with lots of green spaces and historical buildings, but once you walk about you soon begin to see it’s true colours. Purfleet has one school one shop and a few beaten […]
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What even is Horsham? Horsham is spending the majority of your time at school making fart noises with your armpit then ten years later, owning your own business with 10 employees and a fleet of vans. It’s dreading walking down West Street in the company of your own mother, because in all likelihood, you’ll pass […]
Donnington is hardly spoken of in Telford. It’s no secret that it [allegedly] houses perverts, especially ones on Highlander Drive and Station Road. The people that have houses here think they are the dogs b*llocks, but they bloody aint! And no one with sense would live here. My sister who is underage has been offered […]
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You would think a quiet town in Wiltshire with nothing in it, nor surrounding it, would generally be a well kept, peaceful town for the elderly to await their inevitable death. However, this is far from the case in Warminster. There are perhaps four main demographics that exist in Warminster. All with their own sub […]
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Stoke-on-trent, well, where do I begin? A run-down, deprived armpit with delusions of grandeur for starters – a dreary conurbation of 5 (or is it 6?) towns shovelled together & called a city. The ‘crowning jewel’ of which is Hanley, the ‘shopping centre’ with a boring mall called INTU The Potteries Centre, umpteen empty shops […]
