Rugby aka Drugby

Living in Rugby, Warwickshire

As soon as you enter Rugby you notice on the Railway bridge has been daubed the sign ‘welcome to Drugby’ and it then sinks in… that cold feeling down the back of your spine that sends chills into your soul, the very essence of life is slowly being sucked out of you as you look […]

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Bedworth, oh deary me…

Living in Bedworth, Warwickshire

How can I begin to describe Bedworth? , Oh deary me… Well for a start I live not too far away from the much coverted ‘Jock Estate’ so I tend to have constant first hand experiences of the local population of dimwitted natives. For example, the other day I was outside washing my car when a gaggle […]

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The cesspools of Nuneaton

Living in Nuneaton, Warwickshire

Now then. I have read all the reports on the **** culture breeding in and around the cess pools of Nuneaton, yet I feel certain things have been missed. Firstly, nestled deep in the heart of Stockingford (or ‘the ford’ as it is affectionately and originally known), is The Nuneaton Academy, formerly known as Alderman […]

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