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If you are talking Northampton you are talking Abington Street to begin your visit, the once thriving and traditional main shopping thoroughfare having its teeth punched out, gaps filled with the perfunctory charity shops, pawn brokers, fast food restaurants and mobile phone repair shops (why is it only Afghans that work in those?) or simply […]
Northampton was apparently once a magnificent market town. But for as long as I lived there, there was nothing magnificent about it. I grew up in Duston, a village 3 miles away from the town centre. Between the stench of sewage, huge **** families lounging around on their front lawns with cans of cheap lager […]
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Everyone knows what a **** is, supposedly? The big gangs of kids and teenagers, who hang around together outside McDonald’s and ironically the police station, to look cool and make out they don’t care what others think. This point would be proven if they didn’t go around smacking every other person who looked at them […]
Northampton is a shining example of rapid post war expansion gone wrong. I’m certain the planners of the day were doing their best but it seems like the ‘ton was a Friday afternoon rush job. after spraying the town centre with concrete they then saw fit to build a shanty town encircling the main arena. […]
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