How can I begin to describe Bedworth? , Oh deary me…
Well for a start I live not too far away from the much coverted ‘Jock Estate’ so I tend to have constant first hand experiences of the local population of dimwitted natives. For example, the other day I was outside washing my car when a gaggle of them walked past and promptly shouted ‘Yeah WASH that car!’ ..I mean what on earth is that supposed to mean?! They also ride their ridiculously small clown motorbikes around and think they look ‘phat’. And if they’re not on them they’re riding mopeds around like idiots..wow all the power of a hairdryer..my aren’t you hard?
Then you realise almost everybody in bedworth is related to eachother. It is some scary incestuous place of doom….Then you go to the town centre……
First thing you notice..it’s dead. Second thing you notice is the abundance of banks, discounted basics, card and charity shops. Virtually everywhere you see there are **** moms with their little ‘Courtney’ or ‘Alfie’ and gangs of the morons. Everyday there is a stabbing or a shooting if you’re lucky.
PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS PLACE!
I’m amazed that Coventry doesn’t feature in the 10 worst places to live
Coventry – Worse than ever
Coventry – The Hellhole of Britain
Leamington Spa: Stale magnolia casting its vanilla doom all over the town
Kenilworth – A boring town full of old people
Rugby aka Drugby
Rugby: Warehouse jobs and drugs a plenty
The cesspools of Nuneaton