Towns with the weirdest people

For some reason in my early teens my parents specialised in taking us to places with really weird people for our summer holidays - Cromer, Bexhill and North Wales.

Went to Barrow on a school field trip and my abiding memory is being barged off the pavement by one of Cumbria's finest.

Cleckheaton just outside Leeds. Used to work with someone from there who told me that its affectionately known as Cleckythump due to the sheer amount of violence that goes on there.

Hastings is trying hard to come up in the world, but still struggles under the sheer weight of headcases, addicts, deviants and miscreants emptied out of the rest of the south east and dumped there.
 
For some reason in my early teens my parents specialised in taking us to places with really weird people for our summer holidays - Cromer, Bexhill and North Wales.

Went to Barrow on a school field trip and my abiding memory is being barged off the pavement by one of Cumbria's finest.

Cleckheaton just outside Leeds. Used to work with someone from there who told me that its affectionately known as Cleckythump due to the sheer amount of violence that goes on there.

Hastings is trying hard to come up in the world, but still struggles under the sheer weight of headcases, addicts, deviants and miscreants emptied out of the rest of the south east and dumped there.

Oh, and how could I forget the Isle of Wight. Another early 80's summer holiday destination. Quite pretty and with nice beaches, but really fucking scary as soon as you have to start interacting with the locals. Even the local council leader recently said there was a problem with inbreeding on the island. He soon disappeared, probably into a pie.
 
Not had a pint there, but partners son has a caravan close by at Seton Sands, the place is really friggin weird.
Tbf, my experience is years old and the denizens of that fine borough and their neighbours at Port Seaton/ Seaton Sands may well have mellowed in the intervening period, but weird doesn’t come close Mate. Your partners son is indeed a brave chap.
 
For some reason in my early teens my parents specialised in taking us to places with really weird people for our summer holidays - Cromer, Bexhill and North Wales.

Went to Barrow on a school field trip and my abiding memory is being barged off the pavement by one of Cumbria's finest.

Cleckheaton just outside Leeds. Used to work with someone from there who told me that its affectionately known as Cleckythump due to the sheer amount of violence that goes on there.

Hastings is trying hard to come up in the world, but still struggles under the sheer weight of headcases, addicts, deviants and miscreants emptied out of the rest of the south east and dumped there.
I went to school in Barrow. Wasn’t me though!
 
Oh, and how could I forget the Isle of Wight. Another early 80's summer holiday destination. Quite pretty and with nice beaches, but really fucking scary as soon as you have to start interacting with the locals. Even the local council leader recently said there was a problem with inbreeding on the island. He soon disappeared, probably into a pie.
That actually made me laugh, a lot.

It IS a weird place, it's like God's waiting room for one, but, having worked over there previously, it's just an abnormal place, it's like they are ten years behind the mainland, no new cars, fashion (what little there is) is 10-20 years off the pace too.

The lads I worked with were ok tho, except for those over 50, they were just strange, extremely strange.
 
Bollington it is rumoured has a long history of incest and interbreeding and if you visit, it is seldom long before you will see clear evidence that would suggest some truth in the rumour.

My nanna was a teacher in nearby tytherington and Bollington was in its catchment and she will concur that there was inbreeding and incest. Was a big problem in the 70s.

Its a beautiful village now though.

I drive from north Manchester into Tytherington each day for work and it's like going back in fucking time!! I know how George felt in HG Wells time machine although my car is obviously slower. Anyway, i've had the misfortune to interview and start a couple of staff who come from Bollington and they, to a person, aren't full fucking shillings, i've not met one who i've thought is normal.

The rumours of the inbreeding are rife and the other staff who come from Macc all seem normal in comparison and they aren't right either!
 
Ho Dukinfield two main bypasses from ashton to Hyde, nobody knows each other anymore, central estate which in fact is on the edge of ashton whoever thought of that name must have had a sense of humour or another reason for the name ?
 
I drive from north Manchester into Tytherington each day for work and it's like going back in fucking time!! I know how George felt in HG Wells time machine although my car is obviously slower. Anyway, i've had the misfortune to interview and start a couple of staff who come from Bollington and they, to a person, aren't full fucking shillings, i've not met one who i've thought is normal.

The rumours of the inbreeding are rife and the other staff who come from Macc all seem normal in comparison and they aren't right either!
That’s very honest of u !!
 
Ho Dukinfield two main bypasses from ashton to Hyde, nobody knows each other anymore, central estate which in fact is on the edge of ashton whoever thought of that name must have had a sense of humour or another reason for the name ?
We were in Mallorca a few years ago, and got talking to an older couple who talked "frightfully awfully", saying that they lived in a "little village nestling in the foothills of the Pennines".
Naturally, I asked them where it was, and they answered "Dackinfield"!
I said "Oh, you live in Ducky then - we're from Ashton", and they shut up for some strange reason, and started talking in the local patois of the People's Republic of Tameside.
It turns out that they lived on the council estate off Boyds Walk.
 
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We were in Mallorca a few years ago, and got talking to an older couple who talked "frightfully awfully", saying that they lived in a "little village nestling in the foothills of the Pennines".
Naturally, I asked them where it was, and they answered "Dackinfield"!
I said "Oh, you live in Ducky then - we're from Ashton", and they shut up for some strange reason, and started talking in the local patois of the People's Republic of Tameside.
It turns out that they lived on the council estate off Boyds Walk.
Lizmore or morar road I should think crazyg very Tribal area Dukinfield [emoji3]
 

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