Maybe it’s me remembering a peaceful place for family holidays when I was a kid in the ’70s, maybe it’s because my ancestry goes back to the late 17th century in and around St Ives (no, chavsters, I’m not posh, it’s just that someone has researched it and put it on the net), maybe it’s that […]
Read More… from Looe and the whole of frigging Cornwall is a ****** hole
OK. I live just outside Dudley, and there are plenty of *****, which i wish [in my imagination only] i could pick off with a rifle or magnum of some kind. They are there thinking they’re hard, smoking and graffitiing the walls, in their matching clothes. Me and my brother were walking past a group […]
Let us for a moment imagine that the British Isles are the silhouette of an old man. Scotland is his cap, Cornwall his toes, Anglia his curved spine making Dover his herpes ******** ****-hole. When questioned, most people will remark that they have been through Dover but never stopped off “daaaaaaaaahn taaaaaaahn,” as the city centre is known […]
BRADLEY if you should accidentally get lost on your way out of Mirfield and into huddersfield, this is where you will end up. Bradley is the armpit of West Yorkshire! The rows and rows of grey pebble dashed houses have made the place a concrete jungle. Should you be unlucky enough to find you self […]
Read More… from Bradley, the mess in the slippers of Huddersfield
If you are ever travelling along the M58 motorway in Lancashire, take the time to stop off at Skelmersdale. Your suspicions will immediately be aroused by the view that presents itself – the incongruity of sprawling grey concrete amidst lush greenery. Leaving the motorway slip road, one of the first things you will notice is […]
Read More… from Skelmersdale: like a ripped bin bag dumped on a pristine bowling green
I was amazed when I searched for this town not to find anything. Caernarfon is the lowest of the low when it comes to towns. My other posts include Bethesda and Bangor. I live in north Wales… and all these towns are in north Wales. Caernarfon beats them all. About ten minutes from Bangor there […]
Read More… from Caernarfon: buy a tent before renting a flat in this godforsaken place
Words almost fail me when it comes to describing Potters Bar. I had the misfortune of having to work here for 2 years, and when I think back to the harrowing experiences that went through here I find a black cloud of depression descending on me, that only a valium and double scotch can ease. […]
Read More… from Potters Bar: words almost fail me describing this hole of despair
Selsey, a forgotten backwater town at the end of the line (literally) nestling on the English Channel. A hellhole of no prospects, poor education, no economy, filled with feral burberry-clad losers of all ages, either outside the convenience stores and off-licences (under 18) or in one of the “locals only” pubs (see The Slaughtered Lamb […]
Read More… from Selsey, a forgotten backwater town at the end of the line (literally)
Deal is now overrun with the fake designer label loving mutants. They walk around in their ‘hunting packs’ finking dey is all dis and dat. What the f*ck they ramble on about is any normal persons guess. They hang around in Tides carpark, on their cheap nicked scooters and **** modded W reg Focus’ abusing […]
Read More… from Deal overrun with the fake designer label loving mutants
A historic market town situated on the Norfolk/Suffolk border and surrounded by rolling fields and picturesque villages, Diss does have the potential to be, or at least sound like a nice place. And as you enter the backward Norfolk metropolis for the first time you are none the wiser of the hidden crapfest that is […]
Being brought up in Falkirk most of my life (till the grand old age of 28) I never before noticed a ned… till my recent visit back to the twilight zone. I stumbled across ned after ned, the only thing that saved me being permanently blinded by all there cheap and tacky bling was my […]
Read More… from Falkirk is definitely the ned capital of Scotland
Commercial street Man, this is just a Hillbilly Love Town, family runs thick here. You’ll know when some peakcapless slaphead asks you if you’ve got a *** and calls you Bra, like you’re wrapped around a pair of **** and difficult to undo. If this happens, reply No, then enjoy your leisurely walk up Commercial […]
