Where to even start with this place. Wishaw is a relatively small town in North Lanarksire famed for well… nothing. There is nothing to do in this place, the most exciting part of a day out here is the possibility of witnessing a fight or someone getting abused in some way or another. The towns […]
Read More… from Wishaw, A psycho’s paradise with f*ck all to do
Named after the fish that used to swim in the river before it became too trolley strewn to support any living creature, Pollok (ignore the mis-spelling, nobody that lives here is literate enough to care) is the scheme that time forgot. **** here still sport the gravity defying caps, the ****** tracksuits and the whiter […]
Read More… from Pollok, Glasgow, attempts to modernise the place have largely failed
Kelty, the former largest mining village situated on the Kinross to Fife border, is full of dirty auld alkys with no prospects in life followed by there even bigger alky children who always end up preggers by the time they’re 20 with a fitbaw team. The drug problems in the village are at an all […]
When I left Glasgow a decade ago, the Ned fashion comprised of a thin nylon tracksuit, trainers and baseball cap worn by a dentally challenged youth scrounging ****, drinking Buckfast and picking fights with strangers (their pack-like nature means that they prefer 10 **** onto one passerby while shouting, as only hypocrites can that don’t […]
