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 […]
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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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 […]
Holbeach in Lincolnshire, The town that Lincolnshire forgot. A giant open plan retirement home full of people from “Darn Sarf”. It’s so dead all you can hear is the distant whirring of the “mobility scooter”or the repetitive yapping of the far too numerous dogs that seem to be the “must have accessory” here. If you […]
Fleet, an overflow area for the giant southerner retirement home that is Holbeach or “Holbekistan” as it is now known. an industrial estate in the mud, dogshit and rotting veg with some houses in it. Fleet is inhabited by 3 or 4 families of knuckle dragging ******* who have lived there since before the birth […]
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Donington used to be a beautiful, small village situated between Boston and Spalding, just off the A52. The market place is always very busy, sometimes it is impossible to park to go to the shops. This says a lot about the centre of Donington. It has 2 fish shops, 2 Chinese takeaways, a Coop and […]
Read More… from Donington, bit by bit it is slowly being ruined
Most towns spawn Costa coffee shops. In Spalding, all empty properties are snapped up as Eastern European off-licences where they sell knocked-off ciggies and bootleg liquor which often sends you blind. The population is now neatly divided between disgruntled and elderly Daily Mail-reading gimmers and a younger generation of Poles/Lithuanians/Latvians/Russians – you can easily tell […]
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 […]
