I haven’t lived here long in Crawley, but from what I hear it is ‘rough’. I have so far yet to witness this, but that’s due to the fact I used to live in both Croydon and Sutton so my idea of rough is a bit different. For example, I hardly ever hear sirens in […]
Broxburn is a **** town situated in the largely unknown county of West Lothian in Scotland. Broxburn is a has-been town, once famous for churning out millions at the local sausage factory. It is now an almost desolate shanty town. The town features an impressive array of pubs, freezerland affairs, take-aways, bookmakers and budget supermarkets. […]
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Worst GCSE results in Britain during 2012, one of the highest unemployment rates, ***** football team and high welfare activity. The town should be in Yorkshire; the people of Burnley speak and act like a Yorkshire folk, it borders Yorkshire and has no place in God’s county – Lancashire. Turf Moore A.K.A. **** Morgue looks […]
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Nantwich is nn old town in every respect, its buildings have a quaintness that people come to see. Most of the older properties in the centre, have a quaint waterfall from their gutters when it rains, the pavements hold pools of water and the “Cheshire Set” have a seemingly unquenchable thirst for alcohol. Yet to […]
Wakefield, commonly abbreviated to Wakie, proud of its ‘city’ status but blind to its many faults. Nightlife, packed on a Friday and Saturday night, not with happy people having a fun night out, but with shirtless foul mouthed drunks significantly of two distinct types: the 18 to 26 year old male who after 2 pints […]
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From the ex-cons living in the flats overlooking the train tracks, to the drug dens up the Retreat Estate, here in Downham (referred to by it’s Cockney and Essex population as Daaahhnum) we have many invaluable amenities. Come to the high street for a piss-poor selection of shopping destinations, from Peacocks to Savers – you […]
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I have lived in Darlaston since the day I was born and over the past few years, things have started to take a dramatic change in the society. It used to start off with the occasional family moving onto the street with wild children who would run around the streets, screaming at ridiculous hours of […]
Maidenhead’s train station sign should say “Abandon all hope here”. The place has been shafted by its Tory council for years, and now is a ghost town of 99p shops, coffee outlets and sod all else. It’s meant to be part of the “Royal borough” down to it being linked to Windsor, but all this […]
Amidst the glitz and glamour that Essex is ostensibly known for, there lies towns that differ from that image. Tilbury is a pertinent example of those ‘towns’. I’m reluctant to even call it a ‘town’. It doesn’t deserve that title. I think somewhere along the lines of ‘cess pit’, ‘slum’, ‘shantytown’ would be more appropriate. […]
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Ok so you have seen Gavin and Stacey? heard what a lovely seaside resort Barry is? YOU HEARD WRONG. I have lived here all my life and it isn’t the same place it used to be. These days it’s full of smack heads, speed freaks and the new popular drug – Fert. Nobody cares about […]
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Brierley Hill is epicentre of dole life, where shell suite clad obese women of the night parade their back and bum cleavage whilst swapping their milk tokens for weed and amber leaf tobacco. When not dressed in tracksuits, the local female populace favour bras 3 cups too small peeping out of fat oozing boob tubes […]
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Most incomers as the locals call you arrive into Dartmouth via one of the River ferries, where you will be met with the best kept town centre awash with art galleries and quaint unique shops. All this with Sir Aston Webbs Naval College sitting grandly overlooking the beautifully set postcard image. Dare you creep up […]
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