Helmet Cole
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Egremont. Fucked since the Normans left. Google gurning to see the state of the fuckers.
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Inbred towns
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Funny thread this. Mossley makes me laugh. My dad lives there!
My vote goes to silloth and Wigton north of the lakes. Frightening places.
My vote goes to silloth and Wigton north of the lakes. Frightening places.
Why Always Ste
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Deane in Bolton.
Arranged marriages galore.
Urdu curtain twitchers.
Arranged marriages galore.
Urdu curtain twitchers.
johnny on the spot
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Mossley's a strange example because culturally the place is these days so torn between yoghurt knitters, coke sniffers and rag pudding eaters. It's like some weird sociological tug-of-war as the old guard I grew up with struggle with the gentrifying comer-inners drawn by the fact they can't afford anywhere in Greenfield. Middle class kids on litterbugs patrol will have their morning's work set the night before by kebab-chucking madheads twice their age. Friends of Mossley Station will have their hanging baskets pinched. The same faces win the Commie Meat Draw.
johnny on the spot
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Funny thread this. Mossley makes me laugh. My dad lives there!
My vote goes to silloth and Wigton north of the lakes. Frightening places.
Ha, my father in law is from Wigton. Every **** works in that dopey plastics factory and then goes home to a sheep.
Jack Wills
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Carlisle: The English version of the American Deep South. And everyone looks like a gypsy.
Runcorn: The proximity to Liverpool and the smog from the hideous factories by the M56 surely increases a risk of mutations, and a scouse accent.
Wythenshawe: Populated entirely by tracksuited substance abusers looking for a fight.
Stockport: As above, but less drugs and more alcohol. Bumfluff 'taches, baseball caps and shitty Halford's 'enhanced' hatchbacks predominate here.
Prestatyn: It's still 1980 there and everywhere is boarded up except for chip shops and tyre workshops.
Blackpool: Where the denizens of all these salubrious locations meet to have fights, prostitutes and karaoke.
Runcorn: The proximity to Liverpool and the smog from the hideous factories by the M56 surely increases a risk of mutations, and a scouse accent.
Wythenshawe: Populated entirely by tracksuited substance abusers looking for a fight.
Stockport: As above, but less drugs and more alcohol. Bumfluff 'taches, baseball caps and shitty Halford's 'enhanced' hatchbacks predominate here.
Prestatyn: It's still 1980 there and everywhere is boarded up except for chip shops and tyre workshops.
Blackpool: Where the denizens of all these salubrious locations meet to have fights, prostitutes and karaoke.
laserblue
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another one. Newport in South Wales. OMG
South Wales has some belters. Newport is a good shout but there's also Merthyr Tydfil, Caerphilly, Port Talbot, Neath and Llanelli. There's also a valley village called Penrhys where the road ends and everyone looks like they're auditioning for a remake of Deliverance. Even coppers in patrol cars won't go there. If you stray there and the natives spot you you're on your own.
ColinBellsjockstrap
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Penrith was mentioned...
A couple of years ago one Sunday afternoon, I was walking through the quiet town centre, when this tramp in his seventies with a very long grey beard jumped out of a doorway right in front of me blocking my path.
He said :- "Hit me"
I said "Errr.... you what?"
He said "Go on, hit me hard in the face".....
Shocked, I pushed him out of the way and carried on my way, but heard him muttering something to himself behind me....
Very strange.
A couple of years ago one Sunday afternoon, I was walking through the quiet town centre, when this tramp in his seventies with a very long grey beard jumped out of a doorway right in front of me blocking my path.
He said :- "Hit me"
I said "Errr.... you what?"
He said "Go on, hit me hard in the face".....
Shocked, I pushed him out of the way and carried on my way, but heard him muttering something to himself behind me....
Very strange.
Had misfortune of working there for a while.strange lot.half town has Welsh accents the other half English.another one. Newport in South Wales. OMG
Another one for you bury St Edmunds.worked there for while too.was like they all had been buried n came back to life for the day.