Most of what has been said in the above posts is without a doubt true… the ‘few’ decent folk in Ilkeston are either to old, to young or to poor to move to a better place (town, village… county etc).
My wife and I have had enough, and after years of talking about it, we are off! When my wife and I first married (she’s not from around here), I took her “up town” for a beer, one warm spring Friday evening. We sat outside the Market Inn (near the fountain), during which we witnessed many bottles/glasses broken, girls fighting etc. My wife was absolutely aghast, and that was the last time she wanted to go out on the town, which was more than fine by me… been there done that… grown up somewhat!
The majority of “youth” are just brain dead, trouble causing no-hopers. The “species” does have one good thing going for them, and that is that they usually have a relatively short life span, normally punctuated by absent periods (at her majesties pleasure), and usually terminating quietly in a dimly lit smelly little flat during/after a bad trip or booze session and pill-popping spree! Some like to go out in a blaze of glory ie fighting another of the same species, usually over something or nothing eg spilt beer, looking at ‘my’ woman, wrong ‘bling bling’ etc… On occasion, they may live to a ripe old age… 40+ when they may be seen sitting on strategically placed benches scattered around the town supping their carling extra strong lager, and in the evenings propping up a bar somewhere, looking around for someone (anyone) to talk to, so that they can brag just how hard they are, this is always accompanied by them stating their name, then asking if you have heard of them.
They are to be avoided at all costs, as they are unpredictable in nature, possibly dangerous or at best just f—-ng boring and smelly.
The most alarming thing about these creatures is their capacity to breed… it would seem that they have little or no energy when it comes to finding useful employment, house keeping or even personal hygiene, however they do seem to have energy abound when it comes to ‘shaggin’, which in my book puts them on-par with rats and other vermin, and as such should be exterminated.
I would like to write more, however I am just setting off to work (Sunday 11 am), of which some of the proceeds (Tax) will no doubt benefit the existence and help ‘sustain’ the ‘pond-life’ mentioned above. Personally I would pay double the Tax if I could be assured that it would be spent on gas or bullets to be used eradicating the scum from our streets… dream on.
Where are we my wife and I going to?? New Zealand! The reason being is this… we will be as far away from this stinking s******e as possible.