I had the chance to escape back in the 80s and blew it big time. A good job near Heathrow and a lovely girlfriend in Oxfordshire only a couple of miles from Henley on Thames. Temporary insanity is the only thing I can attribute to my decision to return to my hometown, that and being […]
Boston, this town is the personification of disgusting and hypocrisy combined. You have to visit Boston to believe this statement. Seriously, before you visit make sure you use the bathroom and if using a car, have a spare pair of shoes. There is literally sh*t everywhere and unfortunately it is most likely human sh*t because […]
If you can survive the only road that makes Bolivia’s “Death Road” look like a walk in the park: the B1188, then you will stumble into Digby. Digby is a quaint little sanctuary where, and I mean this in every sense of the word, nothing happens. Nothing. No Post Office, a [allegedly] ****** pub and […]
When I first saw Lincoln I was in awe at the sight of one of the most pretty cathedrals in Britain. However that was all but gone when I entered a city where the greatest monuments not on a big posh hill was a holiday inn, some office blocks (very sparse) and the holy Morrison’s. […]
Now there has been a couple of articles on here written about Bourne, which where down right nasty and scathing. Now here is the truth. Bourne is a backwater Lincolnshire market town that sits on the A15 to either Sleaford or Peterborough, and believe me, you do not want to go to Sleaford – Despite […]
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Let’s get the good bits out of the way, I’ve met some amazing people since I moved here, some of the best friends you could ever ask for. However, on the whole, the market town of Boston, in Lincolnshire, seems to be a run down hot bed of degenerates. Petty crime is rife, not to […]
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I’ve lived in Newark-on-Trent for almost 20 years and can’t stand the place. It promotes itself as an ‘historic market town’ (aren’t they all?) and has next to nothing going for it. The locals don’t like outsiders, and that includes people from nearby towns, never mind actual foreigners. They seem to feel being Newark born […]
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Sleaford, populated by neanderthals with no desire to better themselves or open their minds and horizons. Indeed, where else has a populace whose ambitions are gaining a tractor license and incest? Narrow-minded, mentally-deficient and blinkered, the average resident of Sleaford (Excepting those who have arrived from elsewhere and have actually seen something of the rest […]
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well, I found myself unfortunate to live in Boston for eight, nearly nine years. I’ve lived in a lot of places; some good some bad. In Scotland, Wales and England I’ve lived and worked in some towns, some mentioned on this site so I can say honestly that Boston is without doubt ‘as rough as […]
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