I visited Great Yarmouth several times recently and hope never to have to return. Where the bleak, brown, hostile sea stops, bleak, hostile depressing streets start, with grim “amusement” arcades on the dilapidated front where it is impossible to imagine deriving any joy or amusement. The star attraction The star attraction it seems is a […]
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So, fancy a visit to Paignton eh? Firstly, if young free and single, ensure your vaccinations are up to date and you can be sure to take a few crabs home with you and not from the fishmongers. A book on local dialect would be useful, not Devonian, but scouse, brummie or Eastern European would […]
Over the past few years Llandudno Junction has had an influx of people who sadly cannot read or perform basic mental tasks. This had made the Town (with the amenities of a village) a front runner for the nations lowest IQ. This has worried many people not just in the UK but across the world. […]
I grew up near Watford, but as soon as I was old enough, I left to never return. Due to Covid 19 pandemic, I have been doing shopping for my parents who live in South Herts. This has meant trips to a large supermarket in Watford. When the town comes in to view from the […]
Read More… from Watford – Every day is the day of the living dead
Situated downwind from a huge landfill site, Bishop’s Cleeve’ nestles in a pungent aroma of Methyl Mercaptan. New residents promised the smell of the country instead endure most of the day in the smell of the swamp. UK’s Largest Village And how appropriate that smell is. Bishop’s Cleeve biggest claim to fame is being among […]
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No wonder why people dislike Birmingham because it’s true, it’s a NIGHTMARE living in this place. Let me start of by saying that if you have ever been to Birmingham, I feel sorry for you because you would have to get off Birmingham new street and have to witness a weird smell coming out of […]
Perched atop of the famous “Gold Hill” of the Ridley Scott Hovis advert, Shaftesbury has a high street of woe. A mixture of charity shops, coffee shops (last count 10 for a population of 5,000 odd) and gift shops for the grockles. If you need to buy something useful such as a paintbrush or a […]
Read More… from Shaftesbury – it’s great if you’re old and rich
Two years ago I decided to report on the dreadful slum known as Reddish. At that point I had believed things could only get better, and oh how wrong I could’ve been. Lice-ridden pyjamas As you walk along the rundown Gorton Road, it is impossible not to notice the scruffy teen mothers, walking to the […]
Read More… from Reddish, Stockport: The Ghetto of Greater Manchester – Part 2
Ah, Middleton. The mixed aroma of weed, exhaust fumes and run-off fumes from the chemical factory, mixed with burning tyres, fills the air. Rosy-cheeked youths amuse themselves by stealing your motorbikes/mopeds and then burning them out in nearby parks, or using them to rob people. And look, over there – why it’s Sarah/Tiffany/Kylie and her […]
Read More… from Middleton: The Gammon-filled Place Where Dreams Come to Die
Wilmslow is by no means as dreadful as some of the towns on this site, but awful in its own way. Wilmslow has several different groups; descendants of “Old Wilmslow” meaning those whose family were here before 1940, successful boomers who moved here in the 60s and 70s usually from not far away and bought […]
Insanely, and for family reasons, I’ve lived in Birkenhead for twenty years now and am hoping to make my escape very soon. Originally from Didsbury in Manchester, the horror show that is life in Birkenhead soon revealed itself to me and I spent the whole of my child’s upbringing fending off bullies, *****, scallies and […]
Read More… from Birkenhead: the roid ridden a***hole of merseyside
