I live in Edinburgh, and I actually quite like it here. The problem with Edinburgh is it doesn’t really like itself, and so has decided to sell its soul to try and find some meaning to its existence. Once upon a time it was the proud home of the Scottish Enlightenment, a bastion of the […]
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A lot of locals still cling to the idea that Kings Langley is still a village. Well if it is, it’s a damned big village. Nestled between the quaint old fashioned villages of Watford and Hemel Hempstead, Kings Langley to many people that don’t live here, is the traffic jam between the M25 and the […]
Read More… from Kings Langley: A Hertfordshire village of very little
Where to start? Gosport has two faces, the rather pleasant areas of lee-on-solent and Alverstoke. Then you have the areas surrounding the two ch@v and single mother factories of Brune Park and Bridgemary. They produce generation after generation of scratters, the same people who proudly declare “I love gosport” whilst punching a minority, swigging some […]
When buying our property in Stoneleigh, the estate agent bragged that “it’s such a nice place to live because there are no council flats here.” That pretty much sums up the attitude of the residents; working class folk who somehow think that they’ve “made it” and are holier than thou because they’re living in Stoneleigh. […]
It has been said that the distant thud of a solitary Royton woman approaching could loosen one’s fillings from over five miles away. Raised on a diet of piping-hot Greggs steak bakes and deep-fried crunchy coated poultry, your typical Royton lass is a sight to be held. Morbidly obese, tattoo-covered, and with teeth like a […]
Legend has it the little village of Dyserth was built on Moel Hiraddug, not because of the quarry that is situated at the top of the tiny mountain, but because they could slope the pavements enough so that the limping from generations of genepool-shallowing would not show. This village runs the gauntlet for the most […]
When people read about Maidstone online, it’s like any other Kent town – full of ch@vs loitering around McDonald’s and “full time mummys” swanning around with their oversized prams looking to steal more baby clothes for their little Tegan-Louise or Harvey-John. But, the thing is, these are things that you’ll come across in pretty much […]
Knott End & Preesall: where the spirits die of boredom. Believe it or not there are places upon this earth that could only come from the warped imagination of some evil genius James Bond villain type. A dark figure sat in a lounge chair, cackling with glee whilst stroking a cat, conjuring up their latest […]
Newcastle Upon Tyne, a quaint city boasting lots of architectural features from which you can hurl yourself off when life in this grey hued eugenics tribute act gets to much [although we at iLiveHere would never advocate this or to use the native language “y’divit wanna dee that pet” and yes, that’s our legal backside […]
I used to live on the Hackney/Lower Clapton border a few years ago, before gentrification. Even back then, I used to think it was rough although I used to take a kind of sadistic pleasure in informing any out of town friends visiting that we were driving down the North London murder mile while on […]
If you travel semi-regularly to Neath via train, the station will tell you pretty much what to expect in both sight and smell as you disembark. In sight, you will see a decrepit, crumbling station that’s had a coat of paint to try and disguise the fact that no-one’s really looked after it since the […]
So you wish to give up on life and can’t afford the one way trip to Switzerland? You wish to go for the slow option, terminal decline along the Helter-Skelter to absolute oblivion? But how do you carry out the ‘slow’ option, a lingering, gradual death? Well there is one place that captures death in […]
Read More… from Blackpool: Through the Brown Eye of the 5th horseman and out to Dante’s cesspit
