The worst places to live in Cambridgeshire
As I walked through the town where I grew up, to meet my brother for a Christmas drink a single thought keeps running through my mind. The thought being that Thanos might actually have been right, though when it comes to Peterborough he was only half right. As I stroll through these dystopian streets one […]
Read More… from Peterborough: Santa Claus is not coming to town
Soham, a town well known for the murders of 2002. The way the community came together after these terrible incidents would’ve made you think of Soham as a normally peaceful town with a good community ready to help each other when disaster strikes. You’d be wrong. As a lifelong resident of Soham I have never […]
Peterborough. Well, what can I say about it? Like many other places in Britain it has very little left now that is culturally significant. St John’s church, the Cathedral and the Bull Hotel. Nothing else. The heart of this small (but nice) little place was ripped out in the 60’s and 70’s in the name […]
Read More… from Peterborough: oh for a nuclear bomb (or a really big bulldozer)
It is truly difficult to convey how mentally challenged the average Peterborian is. There are small pockets of intelligence and culture dotted around the city but these are rightly mocked, attacked and pushed to the margins. The city voted heavily for Brexit and the vast majority of inhabitants believe any woe in their life can […]
Read More… from Peterborough – you shouldn’t be that close to your cousin
It’s all about the pubs in this place and you will never meet a duller bunch of **** candles lingering around the bar at the King Bill Pub, anywhere else, within a 50 mile radius. The pub also has a back room where the ***** are segregated from the general population of mongrels at the […]
Read More… from Histon, Cambridge: you will never meet a duller bunch of **** candles
I am 16, I live in Peterbrough and I am forced into living the ‘****’ life because this place is so ******* ****, it has the highest immigration rates in the whole of the UK(fact) and that means bare ******* polskis! Robbing shops and knife crime! This place literally has no English people and I […]
Read More… from Peterborough, I am forced into living the ‘****’ life
I’d like to nominate Shittlesey…sorry Whittlesey as being a contender for being seriously grim. Things haven’t changed all that much since I lived there in the 70’s and the 80’s. This never was exactly a bright and vibrant town, but rather a dull lifeless damp cloth of a settlement. How this place has barely survived […]
Known locally as Wizzybekhistan, Wisbech ash truly earned it’s epithet. Not a nice place. There are pockets of great wealth here, formed mainly through agriculture, but with wealth in this area comes a paucity of taste. It’s the **** capital of Cambridgeshire, looked up to by ***** everywhere as the agricultural heartland of excessive poor […]
Read More… from Wisbech, knows as Wizzybekhistan by the locals
Ely – known as the ship of the Fens: a bleak desolate flat wasteland that was reclaimed from swamps. Ely rises above this primordial filth like a swollen haemorrhoid on the **** of East Anglia. The locals are a unique product of this marshy, flat purgatory having developed features to cope with it, like webbed […]
I just wanted to give you my experience on what happens to the ***** from St Neots that are now middle aged. The males (now 40+) having led worthless lives doing mundane jobs, look forward to spending their Friday and Saturday nights in the town centre and spending the majority of their money on beer. […]
Read More… from What happens to the older St Neots ner’do’wells?
St Neots, Cambridgeshire sounds a bit posh, on paper this market town on the river Ouse with lots of parks and countryside to enjoy… In reality it’s far from it! St neots is a bitchy jealous town, where if they are not slagging of Huntingdon, moaning that they get all the good stuff and that […]
Read More… from St Neots, Cambridgeshire, sounds a bit posh, in reality it’s far from it!
On the face of it, Huntingdon seemed like the ideal place for the wife and I to settle down. We listed our requirements as a train station for the daily commute to London, a Waitrose, a good restaurant and a little local history with a smattering of architectural merit. We thought Huntingdon had it all […]
