Let us for a moment imagine that the British Isles are the silhouette of an old man. Scotland is his cap, Cornwall his toes, Anglia his curved spine making Dover his herpes ******** ****-hole. When questioned, most people will remark that they have been through Dover but never stopped off “daaaaaaaaahn taaaaaaahn,” as the city centre is known […]
BRADLEY if you should accidentally get lost on your way out of Mirfield and into huddersfield, this is where you will end up. Bradley is the armpit of West Yorkshire! The rows and rows of grey pebble dashed houses have made the place a concrete jungle. Should you be unlucky enough to find you self […]
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If you are ever travelling along the M58 motorway in Lancashire, take the time to stop off at Skelmersdale. Your suspicions will immediately be aroused by the view that presents itself – the incongruity of sprawling grey concrete amidst lush greenery. Leaving the motorway slip road, one of the first things you will notice is […]
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I cannot believe that nobody has included this in-bred smelly dive in this site yet! First and foremost, Fleckney is a small town south of Leicester. To those who know Leicester, they will also know the words that the ***** like to say a lot, and they way that they say it: Fish and Chip […]
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Where do i start! Silsden, is what appears to be a small quiet village community and to any outsiders probably is, but until you live there, you don’t see the truth the real underbelly of what could be the next countryside getaway… when actually its quite possibly one of the biggest ********* you’ve ever seen…. […]
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I was amazed when I searched for this town not to find anything. Caernarfon is the lowest of the low when it comes to towns. My other posts include Bethesda and Bangor. I live in north Wales… and all these towns are in north Wales. Caernarfon beats them all. About ten minutes from Bangor there […]
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Words almost fail me when it comes to describing Potters Bar. I had the misfortune of having to work here for 2 years, and when I think back to the harrowing experiences that went through here I find a black cloud of depression descending on me, that only a valium and double scotch can ease. […]
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Selsey, a forgotten backwater town at the end of the line (literally) nestling on the English Channel. A hellhole of no prospects, poor education, no economy, filled with feral burberry-clad losers of all ages, either outside the convenience stores and off-licences (under 18) or in one of the “locals only” pubs (see The Slaughtered Lamb […]
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Deal is now overrun with the fake designer label loving mutants. They walk around in their ‘hunting packs’ finking dey is all dis and dat. What the f*ck they ramble on about is any normal persons guess. They hang around in Tides carpark, on their cheap nicked scooters and **** modded W reg Focus’ abusing […]
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A historic market town situated on the Norfolk/Suffolk border and surrounded by rolling fields and picturesque villages, Diss does have the potential to be, or at least sound like a nice place. And as you enter the backward Norfolk metropolis for the first time you are none the wiser of the hidden crapfest that is […]
Abingdon – metaphorically like Oxford’s aggressive, ugly little brother that no one goes near, primarily for the fear that he will hurl abuse upon sight, steal your handbag, or even better, stab you. The reason no one does come here is because you are likely to have abuse hurled at you on sight, have you’re […]
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Birkenhead is a town full of scallies. scallies which in my case are lower than any breed of ****, but these scallies are merging into ***** which could make birkenhead a very dangerous place for any non-tracksuit wearing person to enter. How to spot a girl scally/**** in Birkenhead She will be the brightest shade […]
