Northwich.
I was born in Wythenshawe, grew up in Didsbury, moved to Northwich at age 5.
Good grief, on the surface this place looks ok, a slightly better than an average town, with the typical rough parts and posh parts.
The people though, calling them products of incest is an insult to those of a Norfolk persuasion. They do NOT like outsiders, as though they have some dirty secret that the whole town knows and cant divulge to anyone else.
In about 2008 a Hungarian doctor moved into the area, it made front page news in the local paper, he was soon chased out.
At Primary school, a black girl fell over and cut her head open, as she was loaded into the Ambulance, one of the teachers remarked they were shocked she was also pink on the inside!!
Osama Bin Laden’s nephew or son cant quite remember, married a woman in the area. This is fact not a local legend by the way!!
If you want to prepare for a Zombie Apocalypse please come and meet me in the the Wetherspoons on a Friday night.
The local “club” allows you to sit a GCSE in paedophilia due to the fact they only allow underage girls and OAP’s to enter.
They’ve done up the quay with a new Indian, a swanky waitrose and a hipster bar. The only issue is the locals can only visit each one, once a month because they’re all so damn expensive.
All in all, Northwich was clearly an experiment in chemical warfare, hoping to turn a local population on itself, becoming distrusting of their own reflection, and a primeval urge to cause GBH on someone who dares give your kebab the come to bed eyes.