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Southampton: how to visit Above Bar Street and still leave with your wallet
Sunny Southampton. A place where everyone is welcome and everyone feels at home. The place that attracts thousands of tourists pouring out of the cruise ships. Not! I will try to paint a picture of what Southampton has become just by taking you on a walk down the High Street. As you may or may […]
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Gosport, Hampshire …more like cesspit Hampsh*te
Ah good old Gosport, where the council sits on its backside raking in money from parking meters despite there not being anything in the town worth parking for! The council are [a fine upstanding example of local government, honestly, they’re definitely NOT] dodgy and for some reason in this god forsaken town, they keep voting […]
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Chichester: The Hyacinth Bucket of the South
Chichester is a city with delusions of grandeur. It wants to be Bath, Oxford or Winchester. It cannot hope to match the cultural significance of these, or the affluence of the towns and cities such as Petersfield, Haslemere and Guildford with their direct commuter routes to London. It has a large student population but cannot […]
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Portsmouth: O.M.F.G.
I’m from a bad estate in a big city and I thought I’d seen it all. Then, one day, I went to Portsmouth. OMFG. Never before in all my years, walking through a city centre in daylight, had I felt intimidated. (Let’s just repeat that fact; it was Saturday afternoon. It was NOT midnight. It […]
