The worst places to live in Somerset
Cotford St Luke is a nondescript ‘new town’ (well, 20 ish years old) 6 or so miles to the north west of Taunton. It has a Co-Op shop and a quite well reviewed diner/bar called The Chapel. The problem with this place is gunfire or gunshot, call it what you will. SIX days a week […]
Read More… from Cotford St Luke – Fantastic if you like GUNFIRE!
Bath – an historic town with two universities in southwestern England. Frequented by tourists and bustling with students, you’d imagine a charming city centre, and if you look at Google images, that’s what you’ll get. But if you go to Bath, prepare to be dissapointed. Like a poorly-stocked M&S Food Hall near closing time, poshed-up […]
Read More… from Bath – Just Because It’s Posh, Doesn’t Mean It’s Pleasant
Wiveliscombe in Somerset: Well where do you start? Often described in the glossy tourist brochures (I jest – there are no glossy tourist brochures!) as ‘The Gateway to Exmoor, nestling in an amphitheatre of glorious surrounding hills’. Instead what we find is that all that collective sh*te from those glorious surrounding hills (and by heck […]
Read More… from Wiveliscombe: sh*te rolled down hill and collected in one glorious cesspit
I’ve lived in Nailsea most of my life and like everyone else below the age of 20, can’t wait to get the **** out. In the last 5 years they’ve bit more old folks homes than actual houses so walking the streets makes you think you’ve wandered onto the set for the next season of […]
Frome used to be a cute place to visit years ago. Not now. Now it’s been ******** with Londoners and their feral children. Everywhere you go you will smell them. One of the worst things is the monthly “market” where people lose all ability to drive and park for one day. They will park on […]
“I hate life & Watchet” was some especially poignant graffiti I saw carved into the bus stop. It pretty much sums things up really. Although I never actually lived there, I visited Watchet pretty much 5 days a week to score [“A sh*t ton of illicit substances” -Ed] back in the mid-late 90’s for about […]
Read More… from “I hate life and Watchet” – said a poignant piece of graffiti
Glastonbury is not just a festival. It’s a town in its own right. In fact, the locals (who funnily enough actually moved here from London 20 years ago) will happily tell you in their annual moan that it Glastonbury Festival is ACTUALLY Pilton Pop Festival – Pilton being a small village 5 miles east of […]
Bristolians are often derided for their farmer-come-pirate accents, and have never been though of as the classiest of folks. This is probably due to their lack of class. However, something has happened to Bristol over the past 10 years or so. Coffee shops, micro-breweries and organic food stores are springing up everywhere, ‘hipsters’ are filling […]
Ah, Wells. Lying at the foot of the Mendip hills its the smallest city in England and the gateway to the Somerset levels. Sounds lovely, right? Well, some of it is. There is a nice old cathedral that drags in hordes of noisy French students every summer, and there is also the Bishops Palace with […]
Roughly ten years ago, I wrote what the local rag called a “scathing review” on Yeovil, Jewel of the **** crown. To my utter bewilderment, this recently resurfaced and was the subject of heated debate. Obviously, it was a very slow news day. What gave me particular joy was the glee with which lots of […]
Read More… from Yeovil, Chavtopia ten years later- the final chavter
A picturesque town on the north Somerset coast, in the middle of lots of picturesque villages and beaches. Not many shops but if you are brave, Taunton is only 22 miles down the road. Lovely setting, tranquil beaches,…sounds great, right? Wrong. The masses from Birmingham, Liverpool and Cardiff seem to wish to make it their […]
Read More… from Minehead, Grockels come to here to paddle their hairy toes in the sea
On my first visit to chard I was immediately struck by the sheer class of the place, it is a beautiful town with clean streets, and it gave the impression that it was the kind of place that only people of a social hierarchy could possibly afford to dwell in. The houses themselves reminded me […]
Read More… from Chard, the houses remind me of Cambridge… if it had been bombed
