After a lifetime of living and a family history going back to the start of Cleethorpes, we had to move away. The c**v epidemic was spreading its spoors ever further into our one beautiful town, from over the border with Gy.
There is a way of measuring how “bad” a c**v boy is,the bigger the hoop hanging from the unwashed pregnant girlfriends ears ,the more time he’s done bin caught. You would think that going around all day with a scowl on yer unwashed overly made up face, you wouldn’t want to scrrrape your hair “off” it.
Grimsby the place where they think you are being funny if you cant get passed the 12 year old child and buggy. You say excuse me and where if one of these child’s childrens buggies hits you on the back of the leg and you mention that thay might have offered a sorry,they tell you quite proudly we dunt say sury we is dragged up “init”,and if, as has happened to me,you ask one of these underage underdress unwashed and unwaged would they be so kind as to stop swearing ,the reply is ..who the f**k are you a vicar ..
There is plenty to do in this sh*t hole of the town, but you have to have the mental capacity to go and find it and do it. How many times have you heard it said the leisure centre is too far out, not if you live near as thousands do.