St Neots
Just a few miles from Huntingdon - home of the once PM, John Major.

As such - Huntingdon has at least some amenities, while St Neots has - wait for it - fuck all.

OK, we apparently used to be in the Guinness Book of Records for the most pubs in a square mile (can't be bothered looking for proof of this), football coaches were banned from the town back in the late 70s due to the violence on the market square from them stopping for chips and daring to enter the Golden Ball (I miss that place...now it's the Corner House). Villagers come from miles around to the town centre on a weekend to go to the salubrious (Ha!) 'Priory' where they can meet fellow Neanderthals (at least they would be if they knew what it meant), get drunk on shit Stella, stare at (probably) under age girls on the dance floor, stick to the carpets, get beaten up by bouncers for not sharing their nose candy in the bogs, then contract food poisoning from the local kebab places...

And to end of a perfect night - join in a mass scrap on the square.

Lovely place St Neots...no wonder I go to the Tudor - great pub (possibly the only decent one in town), good people, good beer, great laugh...and no fucking arseholes (well, except me I guess) - they're too scared to step foot in the place :)

EDIT: Found a few links which mildly amused me:
Best things about St Neots
Worst things about St Neots

And I just love the last note in this article...I do miss the Golden Ball and Old Falcon *sigh*
( snee held his breath since, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 15:44, 15 replies)

Used to live here too year ago
Very nice place. Quaint. Loads of fucking swans. Brilliant.
( SpankyHanky, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 16:07, closed)

I wondered why...
The swans are so scared of people now...
( snee held his breath since, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 16:10, closed)

Too bloody fast for a lazy fucker like me, sir
Though they are very attractive swans.

Great art shop there too - or at least there was years n years ago.
( SpankyHanky, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 16:15, closed)

ah...
just down from the Chequers pub - next door to the Lotus House.

I'm surprised you don't know (maybe you do), but there's a knocking shop a few doors down from there...looking for 'art' supplies eh?
( snee held his breath since, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 16:17, closed)

I just remember being absolutely shitfaced and vomitting violently in a bin
Only I missed and managed to exorcist all over my own shoes...

Then I was refused a drink for being too fucked. This is my strongest memory of the place (was in my very early twenties at the time).

Oh, and there was a decent little record shop with an incredibly fit goth who didn't wear a bra. This was fucking great - was unusually cold that winter...
( SpankyHanky, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 16:41, closed)

Barney's
And I remember her too...

*rubs thighs*
( snee held his breath since, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 8:41, closed)

from another st neots resident
there are much worse places in the world believe me, even in the uk. However you are correct on the discription. A nightlife roughly the equivalent of the battle of the somme.
(lordofallhesurveys How appropriate you fight like a cow, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 16:16, closed)

Uh huh...
St Neots is just a typical market town really.

It's pretty well known country wide I've found...mostly for the wrong reasons though.
( snee held his breath since, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 16:23, closed)

I grew up there
I was impressed by the imagination in naming everything. You could go to the Falcon on the market square for a drink and a fight, or you could go the Falcon. If you didn't want to, you could go to the Woolpack, the Woolpack or the Woolpack. And if you needed a bit of spiritual guidance you could go to either St. Mary's, St. Mary's or St.Mary's churches.

But no cinema, bowling alley, or anything else at all to actually *do*. No wonder I chose to stay in and become a computer-y spod.
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 20:58, closed)

So did I...and still here (I did escape for a while to the US until they kicked me out...)
Ah see, you had the big Falcon (now closed due to too many suicides in the hotel part I think) and the little Falcon (now called the Pig 'n' Falcon - plays a lot of live music), think there's only the one Woolpack left now, definitely at least 2 St Mary's churches...

Still no cinema, the open air swimming pool has been filled in - we do have a bowling alley now though!

Other pubs (Wrestlers, King's Head) seem to open and close with alarming regularity due to drug usage...
( snee held his breath since, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 8:46, closed)

Ah, wikipedia.
Went a-hunting for evidence of pub records...

Instead

"A photograph of the old Cash Converters store (the one-time Post Office in Chequer's Court) in Huntingdon features on the front cover of the book Crap Towns II, despite the fact that the town does not feature in the book."

Linky www.amazon.com/dp/0752225456

Apparently it used to be renowned for having a crapton of churches though.
(Scritty Bakerman., Thu 29 Oct 2009, 17:32, closed)

Hmm St Neots
10 miles from me (thankfully)
bad things: - chavs, and now the psycho puppy stamper (as mentioned on Carrot Cruncher TV this week)
good things: Barney's Record Shop - oh fuck it, it's gone! - so nothing good at all now.
Sad really - at least the river looks nice there
(Zuffle farts silently in lifts then leaves the warm aroma, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 10:23, closed)

of course...
..there's always the www.stneotscitizen.com
(MightyX5 living on a small island on, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 14:02, closed)

Hadn't come across that before...
Top class.
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Sat 31 Oct 2009, 22:35, closed)

I grew up there.
I can confirm though, in the 1970s there were 36 half decent pubs and only 5 churches. Pub crawls were fun and you didn't have to walk far to visit several different establishments. One of the best pubs was the Cross Keys and there used to be a small pub attached to the brewery (Paine & Co based on the Market Square)which sold very cheap pints of beer straight from the barrel. I moved away when it became obvious that St Neots was becoming just a large housing estate for people who worked in London and the local council gave up even pretending that they were going to provide any amenities for the people who lived and worked there.
( The Cat's Mother Not a People Person., Fri 30 Oct 2009, 19:01, closed)