Warrington
It's a town I usually describe with the word "Interesting". This is not in a good way. I use the word when someone has a computer problem that I have no bloody clue how to solve.



First of all, let's start with the nightlife. The main club in the town is called Mr Smith's, which you can see pictured above. The entry price of £5 might not seem so steep, but at £3 for a bottle of piss-weak Budweiser, you might start to wonder what convoluted paths led you there. To this day, so do I. I can only assume only the clinically stupid go there. In my defence, I honestly didn't know about the place. I can only assume the locals go there for the pulling opportunities- which are thin on the ground to say the least. It's either the time-honoured game of Grab-a-Granny or getting arrested. I chose neither.



Pictured above here, you can see the town centre, with what is known locally as the Skittles. They started putting these in when I was in the first year of university at the town, as an ickle bitty froshie. No-one to this day can figure out the point of these things, or a reason for them being there. They certainly don't look nice, and I can assume the person who designed them and decided they should go there must have been on some very interesting narcotics at the time. Probably to distract him from the hell of living in Warrington. The main shops around the town were mostly chav-oriented, apart from the obligatory hippie shop, usually surrounded by crowds of baying chavs taking the piss out of those who ran the gauntlet of the mouth-breathing knuckle draggers to get hold of some joss sticks.



Finally, where I went to Univerity. Padgate Campus. Don't let the above photo fool you- this is just a flattering angle. Whoever the photographer was who took this, I must congratulate them. The Stalinesque conditions of the halls would make a Siberian internment camp look like Butlins. The main place to drink there to forget your sorrows was the student union bar, since renovated and now resembling a gastro pub from hell, used to have sticky floors, dark as anything and the club was even worse. Still, the beer was cheap though, which is always a good thing.

Simply put- don't go to Warrington. It will scar you for life.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 29 Oct 2009, 12:07, 17 replies)

Mr Smiths is now a Halo
It's still shit, but it's your fault for going to a shit uni.
(King Baby Duck more than a ceiling, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 12:30, closed)

My degree came from the University of Manchester
It's just the campus that was incredibly shit.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 29 Oct 2009, 12:46, closed)

I'll see your Warrington
and raise you Winsford.
(Gru being trolled since 1998, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 12:51, closed)

Oh dear...

( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 29 Oct 2009, 13:06, closed)

THIS ^

( Pazuzu does a barrel roll, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 9:33, closed)

My general loyalty in all matters
compels me to defend my home town but I long since disassociated myself with it. I live in (try and stifle it) a nice part of 'Wazza' called Grappenhall and I tell everyone I'm from there and *not* Warrington.

Also I'll also see your 'Warrington' and raise you 'Runcorn'... to my shame I spent nearly three years working on its outskirts.

I feel like bathing and weeping now.
( blitheringidiot semi-lurker status achieved, many thanks, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 15:15, closed)

I'm from Appleton.

(King Baby Duck more than a ceiling, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 15:18, closed)

Couple of south-east Warringtonians
The most polished part of the turd isn't it!? :P
( blitheringidiot semi-lurker status achieved, many thanks, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 15:25, closed)

Haha, least we're not from north of the river.

(King Baby Duck more than a ceiling, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 15:26, closed)

Ha ha yeah
My cousins moved to Latchford a few years ago and refuse to refer to it by any other name than 'Lower Grappenhall', the shame is unbearable
( blitheringidiot semi-lurker status achieved, many thanks, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 15:27, closed)

Latchford???
Fecking hell. But hey- it's not Dalham.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 29 Oct 2009, 15:29, closed)

To be fair, Latchford's where I frequent.
The bridge bar being my local.
(King Baby Duck more than a ceiling, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 15:29, closed)

Oi!
Bruche boy here: lovely place. Warrington's main advantage is that it's handy for both Manchester and Liverpool - which is handy because the nightlife is very much an acquired taste - standard northern town, all bars and clubs on one street (cf Wigan, Carlisle etc). Just a shame the last trains home are just slightly too early for a full, enjoyable night out - hence why I live in Manchester these days.
( divy, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 17:49, closed)

Wasn't
there always fights in smiths?
(stitched, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 15:58, closed)

Warrington
I spend quite a lot of time in Warrington, and don't think it's too bad, I'm looking forward to the WA1 re-opening, and there's some nice little bars if you don't go into the town centre. Stockton Heath is pretty good too!
(WittyUsernameHere, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 16:00, closed)

I lived in Birchwood for a couple of years
That was quite nice. There were good bonfire nights as I recall and it was very handy for the motorway and train into Manchester and Liverpool.

Still, I was at Manchester University at the time, not Warrington. And I never went to Mr Smiths or tried to buy joss sticks.
( in vino veritas, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 20:38, closed)

Wazza
Born and Raised in Longbarn... I agree the place is now a dump but that’s not the true representation of the people who live there.
The people of Warrington do have character, where I grew up we all knew each other and every family in the street was friendly. There are plenty of parks to play in… blah blah… don’t forget what the IRA did to the town and how they all dealt with that.
Alas this been washed away over the years by the steady flow of new flats and houses which meet the flow of mancs, scousers and whatever who no longer want to stay in their cities, along with the modernisation of the shopping facilities to compete with the Trafford Centre, Warrington has become a sole-less / generic town centre which could be seen anywhere else in the country.
The town centre itself does have some charm, the Mad Hatter Tea Party for example.
( Pazuzu does a barrel roll, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 9:08, closed)