Frome: Trapped in Vegan Hell

Frome used to be a cute place to visit years ago. Not now. Now it’s been ******** with Londoners and their feral children. Everywhere you go you will smell them. One of the worst things is the monthly “market” where people lose all ability to drive and park for one day. They will park on […]

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Coventry – Worse than ever

How can a city that was considered in the 1990s to be a lump of excrement clinging to the ******** of England, get any worse? Well, take my hand dear reader, and I’ll show you how my former home city, Coventry, has achieved the impossible. We alight from our bus at a place called “Pool […]

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“I hate life and Watchet” – said a poignant piece of graffiti

“I hate life & Watchet” was some especially poignant graffiti I saw carved into the bus stop. It pretty much sums things up really. Although I never actually lived there, I visited Watchet pretty much 5 days a week to score [“A sh*t ton of illicit substances” -Ed] back in the mid-late 90’s for about […]

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Elgin – Embrace the Void

A quick Google search to Wikipedia will tell you that “Elgin (/ˈɛlɡɪn/; Scottish Gaelic: Eilginn, Scots: Ailgin) is a town (former cathedral city) and Royal Burgh in Moray, Scotland. It is the administrative and commercial centre for Moray”. It will not tell you of the unimaginable bleakness that absorbs the so-called city – designated thus […]

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Huddersfield: Entropy in action

Welcome to Huddersfield, the traffic light centre of England, where there are more taxis per capita than any other town in the UK, all driven by people that drive to different set of rules on its crater-strewn roads. (I heard Kirklees was short-listed by NASA to test the Mars Rover). Back in time, prior to […]

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High Wycombe aka BTEC Slough

“Breaking News: Man stabbed outside church”, only in High Wycombe does someone get shanked in front of the Lord and half the population of Frogmore is permanently sh*t-faced and…umm…Desborough. The epitome of abject failure and never ending misery. When you get so lost you wind up in High Wycombe, you’ll have the sudden urge to […]

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Trowbridge – An Unpolished Turdtown

Trowbridge – a town so bad that it led Hugh Cornwall (of Stranglers fame) to pen a song called “please don’t put me on a slow boat to Trowbridge.” Trowbridge – a town so unfortunately cruddy, it was used as the inspiration for the town of ‘Ratbridge’ in the series of children’s books, ’Here Be […]

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Abingdon or more accurately, “ScAbingdon”

Abingdon, oh Abingdon. One of the oldest inhabited towns in England is now one of the newest blights on civilised society. A Brexit-voting hinterland of Greek barbers who will willingly set your ear hair on fire for a tenner, punctuated by coffee shops that sell warm ***** and a historic centre that is a minefield […]

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Salisbury: I spy with my 3rd eye

I have lived in Salisbury on and off for the last 12 years now and it becomes more and more backwards as the years roll on. Im originally from oop north and it still sends the ******* into a frenzy when they here your accent considering its a massive army town. It’s groundhog day, Royston […]

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Didcot – a railway siding dressed up as a portal to real, actual hell

Didcot has a rich heritage revolving around railways and the golden age of steam. Sadly though, Didcot does not immediately evoke happy memories of trundling along the traintracks as your engine gathers pace. Instead it’s a foul excrescence of a town that seems trapped in a time-bubble that began on the 31st of December 1969 […]

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Winchcombe: Where Pinot Grigio and Pitch Forks are de rigueur

When you drive through Winchcombe or visit Sudely Castle you could be forgiven for looking at this chocolate box Cotswold town and thinking ‘how lovely’. The reality of living in this god forsaken place couldn’t be further from the rural idyll it pretends to be. Decades of ********** have resulted in many families bearing the […]

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Leigh: A Hive of Villainy in Lesser Manchester

I moved to Leigh by accident about 18 months ago after my husband and I made the rookie first time buyer error of being lured by a big house for a low price, without really researching the area properly first. Big mistake. Don’t get me wrong, the house is great (well it is now after […]

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