I suppose I should preface this by saying I speak nothing like any of the ******, ********** characters that populate this particular city of the UK. I have the accent of someone from down South and as such, receive various insults about me ‘sounding posh’. My Mother hails from this city but actually has morals, […]
Read More… from Liverpool: A sort of Purgatory for Individuality
I’ve lived in Withington my whole life and wouldn’t wish living here on my worst enemy. Crackheads, winos, *****, the lot. It’s a place where your neighbour has slept with everyone that you know, where 13 year olds chat up middle aged women. It’s a place where you can’t get a pasty in peace. During […]
Read More… from Withington, Manchester – The area that we all just gave up on
Six miles outside of Latham is the diseased heart of darkness that is Mawdesley. It’s like Latham only with that sense of despair, alienation, sensory deprivation, incest and morbid depression cranked up to 11. Just like Latham incest and genetically inherited disorders are seen as a badge of pride and something “cool”. Things like a […]
Read More… from The diseased heart of darkness that is Mawdesley
When me mam told me we were moving to Harpurhey in 2002, I was devastated. When she showed me the estate we were going to move on to I tried to throw myself under the 52 bus. Unfortunately it never turned up on time, I don’t think it ever has since. Here lies the problems […]
Read More… from Harpurhey – You don’t have to smoke spice to live here, but it helps
I lived in Bury from 2014 to 2017 and it was a real eye opener. Bury has its own perfume – Eau de Weed which is particularly noticeable between the Spotted Cow and the Old Crow on Bell Lane. These two pubs host their own live shows every Thursday to Sunday – ‘Night of the […]
Sholver, one windswept winter’s night I found myself alone, cold and afraid on the streets of this **** smeared overspill. As the wind howled and the icy rain cut into me like one of the many discarded hypodermic needles scattered here and there, I heard a distant voice calling to me. At first I mistook […]
Longtown has a long history, especially with it being on the border of England and Scotland. Although ask many of the locals who were educated from the 80s onwards and they couldn’t tell you any of it. A lot of the shops are owned by natives of the town, which is good as they know […]
What can I say about Nantwich? Surrounded by pretty countryside, historic buildings abundant, friendly locals. That is until you meet the Yummy Mummy brigade. Sporting a brace of children a piece, these creatures take over the whole town until it becomes a sea of middle class insolence that only those with an iron will can […]
Read More… from Nantwich: home of the yummy mummy & a sea of middle class insolence
I’ve lived here in Southport all my life and to be honest it was better back in the 1970’s than it is now, and I’m only 46. It was great during the 80’s. Loads to do, lots of places to visit but in the last 15 or so years it’s gone downhill faster than Franz […]
The subject of Nantwich’s integrity has been called up many times over the last decade. This is a place where the Lords and Ladies of Aston, the Barony of Acton and the Magisters of Wybunbury have long considered to be the most ‘urban’ destination that they are willing to drag little Jonty and Elisabet(no H) […]
I saw a post stating that Burscough was the ****** capital of England. Well, my friend, I present to you Lathom. Not just the ****** capital of England, Christ no, but the ****** capital of the ******* world. About 50 people actually live there, and all of them are at least second cousins if not […]
Read More… from Lathom: A tale of sheep, fields and banging your own siblings
Are you nostalgic for the 1980s? Do you dream of the days when men were men and usually drunk ?. Then you my friend need a holiday to Carlisle the last city in England and the last city you want to live in. Now don’t let the word city confuse you Carlisle is a very […]
