Life on the pissing road
Being a touring musician at the arse end of the music biz, I have stayed in a variety of fucking shite places. Where to begin...
The squat in Wigan (or a suburb thereof called "Hag Fold", I shit you not) where I was given an undersized sofa to sleep on, complete with some chav cunt speeding his tits off and talking to me about how "i ain't a thief man, they got it all wrong" for FOUR FUCKING HOURS while I tried to sleep... The house in Somerset where we were told there was a houseparty going on, duly showed up and got chased out by a baseball-bat-wielding dad on the rampage and had to sleep in the train station... The house in Nottingham where we had to barricade ourselves into the spare room to protect ourselves from the mentalist houseowner who was bolind, angry drunk and had randomly taken against us... The house in Leeds which didn't seem to exist (so we slept in the van in a lay-by)... A room in a Soviet-era block of flats in Moscow with no furniture, or heating, in the dead of winter... The practice room we were given to sleep in somewhere in Latvia decorated with big framed pictures of Sam Fox with her tits out...
I could go on. For ages. Rock n roll, eh?
(franktard, Thu 17 Jan 2008, 20:57, 1 reply)

Hag Fold......
....is without doubt a shithole. But it's a suburb of Atherton which itself is a suburb of Manchester.

Wigan has the far more salubrious areas of Marsh Green, Norley Hall and Platt Bridge. ;)

/.removes 'proud wiganer' hat.
( Evil Bastardo, Fri 18 Jan 2008, 17:16, closed)