It’s a shame really. This small town nestled between Rochdale and Rawtenstall could be considered a fantastic little town; the town fountain, the quirky ‘Welsh village’ buildings, and of course, it had the smallest street in Britain. Not to mention it has quite a few claims to fame and even a few celebs live or have been known to have lived there. Sounds great doesn’t it? That’s until you notice what the majority of the population are … c***s! Yes, this s*****g race has even began to infect small towns and rural areas now.
You can tell it’s a c**v haven even before you get there. On the 464 bus journey to the town, the seats welcome you to the Rossendale Valley with words such are ‘F**k’, ‘Kev R has a small dick’ or ‘Chelsea was eya chillin wiv Kirsty b4u’ either scribed on, wrote on with marker or burned on with a lighter.
When the bus arrives, you will have to fight your way off the bus because ugly chavettes with prams will be pushing their way on the bus to go to Rochdale and get the weekly shopping from the pound shop. Of course, they will be arguing with the driver because there are already 3 chavettes with prams on the bus and no matter how hard he tries to explain it’s a safety risk to get another pram on, he’s always in the wrong to not let a mum with a pram on the bus.
Once you’re off the bus, you’ll be greeted by a heard of c***s perched on the benches, usually drinking. They come down from the Pennine Road Estate during the day. Why this happens is a mystery. Usually one of them owns a clapped-out Nova and parks on the taxi rank, showing off his new sound system (it’s not the bass what’s shaking the buildings, it’s the distortion from the cheap and nasty speakers!).
If you look at them for a split second, they start threatening you with “I’ll track ya down and torch yer ‘ouse!”. The most gentle of them will give you the opertunity of sparing your teeth if you give them a fag. This is the closest a Bacup c**v comes to reasoning.
It gets better at night! By this time, the c***s are drunk or stoned. The males go round hurling abuse, breaking into cars or kicking the crap out of each other. The females go around mating, wearing next to nothing or screaming “I’M OFF ME FACE!! HAHAHA!” The latter seems to be a mating call because no sooner the males know the females are drunk, they’ll have their arms round them and taking them to the nearest alleyway to fertilise them. The females never seem to struggle but usually cry rape when they realise they’re pregnant.
Nearby Bacup is another council estate … Edgeside. For absolutely no reason, these two estates are constantly at war. There’s graffiti all round the valley like ‘e-side s******s’ or ‘bacup bograts’. When a gang of Bacup c***s collide with a group of Edgeside c***s, all hell breaks loose. It’s amusing because they have no idea why they hate each other. Some will say it’s “coz they’re dickheads” or “coz they were startin'”.
Favourite c**v hangouts are:
- The library steps
- Outside OneStop
- Perched on the bus stop benches
- All bus shelters
- On the 464 bus
- On Pennine Road/Tong Lane
- The Waterloo pub (for those who are old enough to fake their age)>/li>
Did you know that Bacup has appeared in many episodes of The League of Gentlemen? Hardly surprising considering how weird the characters are! They probably derived the phrase ‘Are you local?’ from a c**v asking them ‘Where ya from? Where ya going, dickhead?’ (Hoping you’ll say Edgeside so they can kick your a**e. Really … I get asked this at least once a week!)