The typical Peterborough inmate lacks most aspects of social grace we have become accustomed to in the civilised world.
Ely rises above the primordial filthy swap, like a swollen haemorrhoid on the anus of East Anglia.
They come to the realisation that they are too old & too stupid to pull the young loudmouth chav girls that now hang around the town centre.
St neots is a bitchy jealous town, the residents slag off Huntingdon, moaning that they get all the good stuff, that St Neots should get.
As monstrous carbuncles go, Huntingdon is to beauty what Jimmy Saville was to the sweet dreams of infants.