Bolton-Down-the Drain

The once proud town of Bolton is now a sewer. No one sews any more as the textile industry was exported along with any other worthwhile jobs and all that’s left to knit lies festering underground. Even the soccer club ain’t in Bolton anymore, fobbed-off to some marsh probably owned by Council chancers before the planning permission, who them scooped up town centre property to build gentrified flats in the devastated town centre. Most youngsters spend their time drunk in Bradshaw Drain or drugged-out on the tributary estates. We have a university proud to be only the fourth worst in the country and a hospital climbing the high-death rate tables at a speed similar to that of the Wanderers’ demise.

How grim is your Postcode?