When people think of Chatham you think of the Dockyard or something associated with naval ships. Nowadays it isn’t, it is embarrassing, not safe for children and full of crime. It may not have as much crime as major cities do, but it is bad. What you see is a load of ***** ******* around […]
Luton has been let down by everyone from the train companies to the council. I’ll act as a tourist guide starting with the station which looks decrepit at best, even though it’s located along one of the most expensive commuter routes, the station operator can’t be asked to fix the leaking roof instead putting traffic […]
Ramsgate is one of those contradictions that sociologists may find fertile ground for their studies. On the face of it, it’s a pleasant town in a rather fortunate location on the coast of Kent. What’s more, it boasts some pretty impressive architecture and, if remote is your kind of thing, then it may be the […]
In the early 1960s some clever p***k in the council discovered there was a building substance called concrete and devoted over 20 minutes convincing the other half dead councillors to rebuild Aylesbury with it, and in an act that rivals Vesuvius’s covering of Pompeii in lava, Aylesbury was covered in Grey. Any building that had […]
Kelty, the former largest mining village situated on the Kinross to Fife border, is full of dirty auld alkys with no prospects in life followed by there even bigger alky children who always end up preggers by the time they’re 20 with a fitbaw team. The drug problems in the village are at an all […]
Whitstable, a town full of nice little independent shops, a good harbour and lots of friendly people… until about 4:30pm, then the towns high **** population come out and turn the town to **** every night. It doesn’t seem to matter what day of the week it is, I have had beer bottles thrown at […]
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 […]
Hertford is a small satellite market town in the heart of the Home Counties. It conjures up images of The Archers on Radio 4 in the minds eye. Mature oak trees, winding country roads, grandiose stately homes and plush green fields surround a quintessentially English aesthetic complete with a river that is flanked by beautiful […]
Read More… from Hertford: fetid with the haughty stench of smug self righteousness
Musselburgh is a town of some twenty odd ( very odd ) thousand ‘people’ which borders Edinburgh and East Lothian. The problem with Musselburgh is its inhabitants, who are largely ( but not wholly ) utterly awful. How one wee town has managed to create so many simpletons is one of life’s great mysteries. From […]
Read More… from Musselburgh – quite pretty but knuckle dragging!
Northleach is a traditional Cotswold village nestled covertly within the boundaries of sleepy mid-Gloucestershire. Populated with a combination of foot-faced, monosyllabic, grunting, ****** miscreants and Times reading oversized rugby shirt and waxed jacket clad London idiots, this place is truly the quaint, ******* basket capital of Britain. Growing up in this trap of a place […]
Read More… from Northleach: an olde worlde smokescreen masking drugs, depression & squalor
Residing on the banks of the Dee Estuary, which marks the extent to which its pseudo-scouse populace could swim, Holywell is an eclectic mix of sub cultures. Its hub is an interbred community from the Strand estate, who would claim that their roots stem back to the ancient Druids. The truth is that their ‘four-fathers’ […]
Swansea ****** city. It has lovely coastal areas and beaches… shame about the rest which includes the football hooligan racist culture and small minds womanisers, working for the weekend type of night life that is filled to the brim with orange tanned short skirt, false nails and eye lashes, wearing bintola’s, that think of nothing […]
