Sileby has gone from an ugly village to a messed up and ****** transit town but frankly, we’re discussing the typical East Midlands character and the effects of the last ten years on this country. Deprivation and class division have always been the British way.
You think we have it bad here in Sileby. I grew up here in the 1960s and 1970’s; went to the old Primary School on Barrow Rd (Miss Cr*ss, my god). Went to the Junior School on King Street; to Humphrey Perkins, and Quorn. Compared to today’s snowflake generation and Libtards: it was a bullying hell, all the way, and life was hard.
The things that stick in the mind are the floods year after year and nobody ever thought to solve them. Or the Rose Queen Garden parties at the Vicarage; Sileby Parade and Gala with Len Fairclough from Coronation Street: he must have felt at home. Weddings at the church, and bells. Herds of cows running down King Street, and all the drunks falling out of Sileby’s social clubs and numerous pubs. Most of all I remember living poor on a deprived council estate, but your modern *****, smackheads, and criminals weren’t a problem then.
Sileby looked very different, 50, 40 or 30 years ago. And it was also a proper community of local generations. Since then the town has suffered under the changes during the reckless Labour Government and Tory austerity policies. Redevelopment began to destroy Sileby ten years ago.
But Sileby’s *****, bullying teachers, pederasts and thugs were operating fifty years ago. No names, no pack drill. They are old and weak now, we still see them around. And one wonders what they and those who know them will be thinking, as they read this.
Kids were being murdered in the county or abused in this village, fifty years ago, and thugs will be thugs. I have fond childhood memories of Sileby and also bad memories, but it certainly hasn’t changed that much. I would never go back and neither should anyone who grew up there and left for a better life. And not just because greedy developers and planners have destroyed it beyond recognition and all sense, I should have left this dump many years ago.
Leicester – The Cheater’s Haven
Markfield: Christ, this place is awful!
Melton Mowbray: Neanderthals loiter outside McDonalds, with not one GCSE in Car Theft between them
Ibstock, a journey back to the 1980’s
Fleckney, Leicestershire, avoid this town like the plague
Leicester: feel threatened by the sheer amount of ‘Roadmen’
Come to Wigston and sample the smells, the broken glass & the syringes
Loughborough – Bells and Bell-Ends
Hinckley: Pretensions To Adequacy