This weekend I went to the cultural mecca of the U.K. that is Newbury, West Berks. What a place, has a Tesco Extra (one’s that sell clothes! wow!) and a department store called Camp Hopson that puts Harvey Nichols to shame! Also, the locals are a unique bunch, youths consist of either shaggy haired unwashed skaters, tracksuit clad scallies known as ‘chavs’ that hang around outside Domino’s pizza, and dangerously young girls dressed as tramps who like Blink 182 or some such shite, hate their parents, and give bj’s freely. This group, i’m informed, are called scungers.
This is a unique place with many attractions. Where else can you sample a pint of fine ale in a picturesque pub by the side of the Kennet Canal, but also purchase some stolen Elizabeth Duke sovereigns from an unwashed mockney named Daz, all in the same venue? Nowhere but good old Newbury.
Thoroughly enjoyed my stay in the skag capital of the south, an ideal place for people watching and noticing the sharp contrast between middle England and Little Britain. Beautiful.
Newbury- home of the rebel without a cause.