Leicester, land of chicken bone covered pavements, dog *****, wobbly jawed accents, ch@vtastic fashion *cough* and miserable lined faces. This place is landlocked and joyless, with no redeeming features. The soulless shopping trolley filled canal that runs through the west-end has the odd duck and swan, lost en-route to sunnier climes, dodging the errant barges […]
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Kibworth, a beautiful countryside town filled with middle class, old, white men, right? Wrong. An *********** from the south east of ***** has destroyed the town, filling each bush with an array of used ****** needles and grotty condoms. Just making it down the A6 without hearing the word ‘oi you f*kin cant’ is about […]
Ahhhh, Leicester, where does one begin? When taking a stroll through town, one cannot help but feel threatened by the sheer amount of what are commonly known as ‘Roadmen’. This is another word for ne’er-do-wells. Now, let it be known – When I say ne’er-do-wells, I do not refer to the poor, simply those who […]
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The Black Death revisited. This small town, consisting of Wigston itself and the *even* worse South Wigston, is quite simply one of the most ******, burberry, teenage pregnancy, stabbing, piss holes in the UK. If you drive down one of the main roads, from the (slightly) nicer town of Oadby, quality of life drops from […]
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Wigston, South Wigston, Braunstone, New Parks and all those places, you know where! Living in Leicester all my life (17 years so far), I have lived in Braunstone to the q. ”******’ posh wankaah!” Oadby. Unfortunately there’s some *****. Well, ‘some’ is somewhat of an understatement, it’s more like a plague, a black death throughout […]
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