Let me take you on a guided tour of Hastings, we’ll start from the train station: Hastings station has recently been rebuilt from a shabby, run down, horror of a building. Into a super ‘high tech’ glass structure. Not certain why the building needs to be so huge. Alighting from the train one can see […]
Sidley is a dingleberry ******* off Bexhill’s backside. Just hop on the horrible bus from Eastbourne or Hastings and you’ll find yourself in Heaven. The lively town centre boasts a Co-op, two hairdressers, a Danny’s Discount Store, two pubs, a garage, and an off-licence. Oh, and a SureStart centre where inhabitants can learn how to […]
I know a couple of other people have made posts about Accrington, but I thought I’d add some aspects which haven’t been mentioned. Being stuck in the town because of work commitments, I envy people who say they used to live here but moved away, and can laughingly give a loveable account after they came […]
The male abode on a Saturday/Sunday is the Council built 3 (multi?) story car park. It doesn’t have a roof. Saturday afternoon is a swell time for spotting the local oiky fish-smelling ******. In the summer if fine, they’ll be on the top floor enjoying the sunny south coast weather, but if it rains they’ll […]
Wakefield’s claim to fame is that it is the Rhubarb Capital Of The UK. Seriously. Local are also proud to announce that Wakefield boasts two Mc Donald’s (yes, DOUBLE the job opportunities for most of our school-leavers), a cathedral (that makes it a city, you see, and as good as Manchester or Liverpool or London, […]
Read More… from Wakefield: a cultural wilderness of apish men and women in white stilettos
Ahhhh, the merry town of Widnes, an unflushed toilet of a place somewhere between ****-capitals Warrington and Liverpool. Widnes is slowly but surely being overrun by this new, mutated breed. I don’t know about Chatham, but the origin of the **** in Widnes is either from the unclean, smelly depths of the polluted Mersey, or […]
Read More… from Widnes, an unflushed toilet of a place between Warrington & Liverpool
The proud products of a society built on the collapse of the mining industry and the welfare state, the ***** of Castleford adorn street corners like monuments to a town that was built up by their grandparents and subsequently destroyed by the next two generations. In a town where everybody is a blood relative of […]
Read More… from Castleford, where everybody is a blood relative of the person next to them
What can one say with regard to this “charming” town. Irritable from birth, their birth marks are Burberry, Nickelson And most recently Berghaus – I assume this is a winter trend but only next summer will tell. In Paisley they seem attracted like moths to large exhausted compact cars which have been “altered” to be […]
Read More… from Paisley – what can one say with regard to this “charming” town
I can’t believe Basildon and Southend have gotten such lengthy mentions yet the worst place of them all, Canvey Island, has slipped through unnoticed. The only redeeming features of Canvey are; It’s an island, therefore we know if the ***** get too rowdy we can just cut them off from civilised society by taking out […]
Read More… from Canvey Island, a great place to take your kids… if you hate them
Basingstoke… Well maybe it’s not so bad these days I guess. Some people plaudit our rebuilt town centre with the widely acclaimed “Festival Place” shopping mall as a shinning example of successful urban renewal. But then again anything would have been better than the wretched cesspit of concrete and **** we had previously. The luftwafe […]
Well, a bit of history is required first, methinks. Mayfield, just south of Dalkeith, nestles between the A68 and the A7 south. It was originally built, in the sixties, as overspill housing for the colliery workers of nearby Newtongrange, as well as to provide the workforce for a small but relatively successful industrial estate. Sadly, […]
Read More… from Mayfield in Scotland is like the seventh circle of Dante’s hell
Not an obvious candidate for a top league sh*thole, York is nevertheless coming along nicely. Known here as scallies because the word **** to a York ****** is unpronouncable. The epicentre a.k.a breeding colonies for this particular species of ner’do’well are Tang Hall, Bell Farm and Chapelfields just outside the main city in Acomb. Although […]
