I cannot believe that nobody has included this in-bred smelly dive in this site yet! First and foremost, Fleckney is a small town south of Leicester. To those who know Leicester, they will also know the words that the ***** like to say a lot, and they way that they say it:
Fish and Chip Shop = “Chipp-ehhhh”
Newsagents = “News-ehhhhh”
Fleckney = “Fleckn-ehhhhhhhh”
Car = “Mo-urr”
Driving into Fleckney down the A6 from Leicester you enter a council-esque array of small-town dull houses on Leicester Road. If you dare to enter the Recreation Ground (“Rec-ehhhhh”) and manage to get out unharmed you will be scarred for life by the myriad of ***** ******* out on the see-saws and roundabouts shouting abuse and leaving *** ends and drug-related articles for the children next morning. As you leave the **** graffiti mecca and move into the village centre, you will see ‘Spars’, the ‘News-ehhhh’, the ‘Post-ehhhhhh’ and the ‘Chip-ehhhhh’ clustering around a small strech of road called High Street. ***** love to park their mo-urrrrs outside the Chip-ehhhhh and have a smoke and meet fellow ***** to chat about their hard days graft at the industrial estrate ‘Dustrial’.
Younger ***** hang out around the garage on a wall outside an old-peoples nursing home called Brookside Gardens. ‘Brookies Wall’.
Anyway, avoid this town like the plague.
Kibworth – The Drug Den of England
Leicester: feel threatened by the sheer amount of ‘Roadmen’
Fleckney, Leicestershire, avoid this town like the plague
Coalville: most of the inhabitants walk around in a zombie like state
At Leicester’s Clock Tower, smell the stench of BO & cheap perfume
Sileby – A depressing town with a shameful history
Coalville has the general aroma of a deceased town
Markfield: Christ, this place is awful!
Leicester – The Cheater’s Haven