Hatfield. The town that God made when he was having a fecking bad day.
Approaching Hatfield, you have an unending vista of 60’s cheap council housing with the occasional tower block thrown in for good measure. Simply put, Hatfield has no soul. The town centre is built especially to cater for Chavs, with numerous pound shops, a New Look and various shitty cafes, all crowned with the lovely ASDA, where Chavettes push around their scroaty, screaming children (all called Jayden or Kayleigh) on weekdays. There is also the Galleria (locally known as the Gonhorrea) where you can buy all manner of chav-branded produce from various bespoke outlets. The Chavs never venture onto the upper floor, (where there are some reasonable shops, including a Waterstones) except to spit on those below. The Gonhorrea is specially designed with poorly lit areas all around so that the Chavs can mug you at every given opportunity.
Apart from the endless estates and the isolated cultural area of Old Hatfield, that is about it…apart from the University of Hertfordshire. Students are forced to use the shitty student bars, not out of choice, but more due to the fact that if they venture off-campus they are liable to get mugged. All the locals hate them, for daring to get an education. They are seen as “toffs” and therefore, naturally all gay.
There is a good part to Hatfield though. When they built the motorway, they put it through a tunnel under the town, so you can pass through quickly without having to experience this s**t-hole!