Being brought up in Falkirk most of my life (till the grand old age of 28) I never before noticed a ned… till my recent visit back to the twilight zone. I stumbled across ned after ned, the only thing that saved me being permanently blinded by all there cheap and tacky bling was my 99p sun glasses.
Never before have I seen so many people eating 20 chunks of chewing gum without regurgitating the lot and still talking a lot of codswallop at the same time. Hell, i thought shell suits and the likes went out in the eighties…perhaps they should be banned from public places along with all the Rab C Nesbit look-a-likes. Maybe the British public could create ‘SAVE THE NED’ fund or deport the lot to outer Africa where their ****** clothes would be more appreciated than on the high streets of the uk. I would like to say “come on British public teach your kids how to dress”…until I stumbled across a father and son with matching **** out fits…
The high street seems to be the local ned meeting ground in fact, you stumble across them everywhere… on a recent trip to the ladies loo down new market street, I was confronted by a group of **** waiting to use the toilet…I was very tempted to swing myself of there dangly, loopy earrings but thought better not…
Falkirk is definitely the ned capital of Scotland
