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Lydney WAS a quiet little town on the edge of the forest of dean, until **** mania boomed. ***** have invaded Lydney in full force since the young offenders institute (although it has aptly been aliased a “residential home”) was built in the centre of town.
- Meet The Locals
- Visitor Attractions
- Feral Expression
- The Ladies of Newcastle
- The Men of Newcastle
Far better to interact with them at St James’s Park. The toon army will congregate readily here to worship overpaid foreigners hoofing a pigs ladder and losing badly. Occasionally a geordie will be on the team and keep the bench lovely and warm for the rest. If your dream is to be subjected to red faced overweight men wedged into unflattering black...
For the more discerning visitor, a trip on the metro (should it actually arrive) will enable them to interact with the locals on a one to one level. Prepare to be personal spaced, run over by buggies and hassled by a plethora of inexplicably grey men on crutches with no teeth. Get through that and marvel at their female companions who will be cryin...
The younger ones are less grey skinned, but all have the same feral expression on their whey faces with angry little piggy eyes. It’s like looking into the abyss, if the abyss was on universal credit and smoked weed 24/7. These delights are generally screeching, spitting or kicking the windows while resplendent in one size fits no one clothing.
If female, this generally consists of being wedged into something from primark, or urban outfitters if you are really posh and your parents benefits aka ‘pay’ have arrived. The shorts must be nearly non existent to show off cellulite and streaky fake tan and the crop top/vest must show rolls of flesh or ribs.
If male, you must spit, pick your nose and wear grey trackies. They will either be too short and tight because you shoplifted the wrong size or loose so you can get your hands down the front at any time. Failing this both genders sometimes favour the I made it through Jurassic Park style clothing in which great swathes of goose-pimply unwashed geor...
Annan. You’re in for a treat when you cross the border! Once you’ve got your cheap tatty wedding in Gretna Green out the way, then head on 10 miles up the road to the town of Annan & meet what every English person fears McChav….On every street corner there’s a McChav wearing the real cheap clobber (the 100% nylon rippoff stuff) bought ...
Loudwater is a ‘not-village’ nestled between the black hole of High Wycombe and the posh, achingly middle class Beaconsfield. Situated along London Road, walking anywhere in Loudwater means dodging cars hurtling off the roundabout towards the motorway or trundling to Tesco.
What can you say about Deal? On the face of it, a pleasant Kent seaside resort with a charming “old town” clustered around the lovely Middle Street area.
There are many suburbs of Bournemouth and this article doesn’t cover these regions, I’m talking solely about the central area. The first place to be avoided is the Sega Park This is a shady, underlit, smoky place, where the wann-be ***** hang-out. The oldest **** I have seen in the Sega Park is about 12. This does not make them any less ...
South East West Sussex. Pagham: that fieldy place adjacent to Bognor Regis, neighbour to Chichester and the land of “No, you can’t cut across there to get to Selsey.” If you’re in the lucky 0.8% of the Pagham population who is under 60 years old and doesn’t drive a Nissan Micra at an astounding 15mph, well done.
