Musselburgh is a town of some twenty odd ( very odd ) thousand ‘people’ which borders Edinburgh and East Lothian. The problem with Musselburgh is its inhabitants, who are largely ( but not wholly ) utter s**m. How one wee town has managed to create such a vile puke of inbred ned simpletons is one of life’s great mysteries. From pensioners to children the track suit is the uniform. Obesity seems to be compulsory as are rotten teeth and s**t tattoos. The local junkie crew is massive and of course state subsidised at every level. Non pregnant teenage females are a rarity and it seems that misery is their badge of honour.
Children are dragged up and I am sure merely used as a vehicle for the parent to get a roof over their head. The shops are s**t and the pubs are really, really dangerous. Needless to say, the locals are incapable of not spitting on and littering their streets, so the streets are fittingly disgusting and dirty. Gangs of vicious teenagers roam the filthy streets causing nothing but trouble and more unwanted children in their wake.
Outsiders are viewed with disdain especially when it becomes apparent to the local that said outsider has white teeth, can string a sentence together, is intelligent and is not wearing a track suit – outsiders are often attacked.
In short, Musselburgh is spoilt by the inbred, knuckle dragging locals who deserve to have their benefits taken away despite the fact that they would then die because they are too stupid to actually be able to work. A town that is also actually quite pretty to drive through until you notice the inhabitants.