Well, I’ve lived in Clayton for quite a few years and started to realise how many ***** have invaded. 14-21 years old ***** are causing havoc on the streets of Clayton, and getting every 14-year-old ********( female ****) pregnant!! it seems these little immature girls with hickeys on their necks think that being pregnant is […]
Read More… from Clayton, Manchester, who needs soaps when you have this sh*t?
Much as I would like to take you on a tour of some of the highlights that are Rochdale, I fear I have not the space. We must miss such areas as Freehold, Spotland, Falinge, Castleton and Newbold – names synonymous with shell-suits tucked into socks, gold chains the size of rigging rope and male […]
Read More… from Rochdale, I must warn you to steel yourself my friend
Timperley… the very name conjures up images of winding leafy lanes, lazy afternoons spent playing pooh-sticks in the brook, tombolas and the distant thwock of leather on willow down at the cricket club. However, there is a darker side to this English village.. an evil who’s presence is felt from the local chippy to the […]
Read More… from Timperley: no one can stand the ghastly Frank Sidebottom statue
You’ve read the articles on the towns in the Wigan area, Leigh, Lowton, Hindley, etc. Now it’s time to hear about the one, the only… Golborne. And yes, I live there. Where to start? Well, Golborne is a small town on the outskirts of Wigan (though for some ****** up reason has a Warrington poscode […]
Read More… from All this talk of Golborne in Wigan is making me feel ill…
Never in all of my years have I experienced a place like Westhoughton in Bolton, it is like the Star Wars cantina has got over populated and the regulars have been forced to come to this place as a second choice. I often wondered what happens to all the **** bags and dregs of society […]
Read More… from Never in all of my years have I experienced a place like Westhoughton
My work entails a lot of travelling around the country and I have the pleasure of spotting ***** in a variety of locations. I would have to say though that Stockport really is the pinnacle. The bloody place exudes awfulness, I first realised this about five years ago on a Friday afternoon visit. The sheer […]
They are known as Scroats in Lancashire, and god is Leigh overrun with them! One can strip paint with the accents of the local Leigh *****. Anyone not able to say “hor reet ****” without laughing is branded a cockney, and beaten up. These beating are not too bad as the ***** are normally too […]
Read More… from Leigh, can you say “hor reet” without laughing?
Wigan, to be blunt, has become a ****-******** sh*thole. Having spent 29 years (too long, I’m currently looking for a place elsewhere, but I digress…) in this dump of a town I can safely say that in the last five years or so things have gone downhill here at a terrifying speed. The town centre […]
Read More… from Wigan – where hell once froze over… and then it rained constantly
This town is situated in south west Manchester. It bears all the hallmarks of chavdom one would hope to avoid: Parades of murky fast food takeaway joints; tatty money laundering businesses masquerading as sunbed hire tanning shops and minicab firms; crumbling terraced houses and decaying 1970’s council-owned maisonettes. The streets are lined with dog **** […]
Read More… from Stretford, parades of fast food joints & tatty money laundering shops
