If anyone that lives In Eakring is ever asked where they live, I'm sure the response would be 'Where's that?!'
Skegness: not easily described to those who've not experienced its wrist-slashing bleakness and sense of hopelessness.
Shame they drained the marshes, this turd of a town known as Boston would be under 6' of water by now otherwise (with a bit of luck anyway).
Leicester is a beautiful city spoilt by the dirty men that live in it.
A word of advice: when you see Northampton's massive concrete tower, turn around and go back where you came from.