Written by Anonymous Visitor and posted in East Anglia

Clacton. Where do I begin? It’s HELL. Burning HELLFIRE. If you’re thinking of coming here, or god help you, thinking of moving here, DON’T!
Over-run with chavs and townies, it’s a horrible place to be. A total s******e in the toilet of hell. I hate going in to town (Although why would I? It’s New Look, Boots and um.. MacDonalds – That’s it) because anytime, day or night, there are always some snotty-nosed drunk 13-year old berks out to make snide comments or pick a fight.
Then there is the varied wildlilfe. Pigeons and seagulls. Which is why half the town is buried under bird s**t. They’re like the chavs, totally unafraid.
Moving on to the delightful schools. I had the misfortune of being expelled frome a private school (But look where I come from, I moaned) and last September, I started at the Clacton County High School. It was so bad I had a panic attack after one lesson and haven’t been back since. Tres amusant!
The vast array of entertainment venues is also a selling point. A couple of scummy clubs where my sister frequents (She’s a chav – and I say that in the hope no-one knows who I am) which often turn into brawls after some drunk says “I likes yooor ladeee, matey” and gets a swift decking from some toothless Kevin&Perry look-a-like with a traffic cone on his head. Highly sophisticated. A whole road devoted to “amusements” where spotty boys hang out during school hours, trying to nick a fag off some poor, unsuspecting alkie. One crappy cinema, where the chavs actually pay (unless of course the sneak in the back door) to make people uncomfortable and irritated, by hosting loud phone conversations (not dissimilar to Vicky Pollard, Her Royal Chavness) and throw popcorn at 5 year old children. It’s not pleasant. if you can even get to your seat through all the sweets, chewing gum, coke and condoms on the floor *shudder*.
I was about to point out the only reasonably-safe place to get away from this hellhole, the train station, when I realised even that isn’t safe. Trying to escape to Colchester (A half-hour train journey away, and it’s not all that bad – at least they have a few decent shops) on a Saturday afternoon is like ascending Everest using toothpicks and a USB cable. If you can fight your way onto the platform through the hoards of screaming children, stressed parents and vandals writing “Kevin woz Ere” on the windows of the trains, and non-existant Station staff, then congratulations, you’ve done well. Now try sitting through half an hour of a train acting as a playground, MacDonald’s “restaraunt”, mass-phone box, dressing room (I kid you not) and feel sane at the end. If you can do that and still have your sanity, you’re smart. Very smart. Unless you’re a chav, in which case it’s second nature to make other people feel as much like s**t as possible while acting like you own the place.
No wonder I suffer from agoraphobia.

  • Valon

    I Would like to point this out in all my visits i have not had a single problem and also you went to a private school, yes? Well thats the sort of line you here from a spoilt brat who hasn’t had many hardships until you got expelled and now you just moan about it cause you don’t know some of the stuff thats happened to people that has caused them to act the way they do, afterall I myself was a rather quite and shy person who hid behind books in the school library at lunch and break then i became depressing grew my hair out and people either called me a hippie, emo or goth but i was none of those i was me trying to prove others wrong and after all that i’m back to being me a Slacker if you will not posh nor emo, goth or hippie. If anything through all of this i have turned into a somewhat philosopher, thus my point is consider why people act the way that they do.

    Also do not look at any mispellings (If any) in this reply as being uneducated as i am dyslexic.

  • I’m looking at a house on the mortello development where but line used to be,the prices are quietly a lot higher than other areas and it looks very smart any comments good and bad please

  • Chas

    I come from Clacton and I’m proud of it. Maybe, I’m biased towards it but I love Clacton and I’m not a chav. AT ALL. In my opinion, since foreign travel has become more and more accessible for the average family, seaside resorts have lost out on money. For example, the first ever Butlins came from Clacton and it used to bring in herds of tourists all year around. Tourism is how seaside resorts like Clacton and Southend make their money to sustain the town for the residents. Both Clacton and Southend have plummeted since tourism has dropped over the past 30 or 40 years, however, recently, I’ve seen Clacton begin to flourish again. The seaside has been renovated so it’s all modernised and there has definitely been an increase in visitors.

    My only other issue is the fact that places in Essex, (especially Clacton) seem to still be used as other councils’ rehab centres. Only the other day I was speaking to a very polite, recovered alcoholic and he was saying that when he registered himself as an alcoholic and drug addict to get help, the first thing they did is find him accommodation here. I have absolutely no problem with people who have addiction but putting them all in one place is bound to cause gang crime as they can be very volatile and delicate people. I also, would mind less if I believed Clacton was the right place for them to seek help, but I certainly don’t think it is, I don’t think we have the facilities here at all. It’s just an out of sight and out of mind thing for other councils.

    Anyway, said my piece.

  • Thank God I don’t live there

    I’ve been there many a time, and while you’re post is sarcastically funny, it is actually spot on. I hope there’s a big tide and the whole town sinks.