Yeah, I grew up there.
It's a bloody shit-hole, and if it was up to me I'd blow it up in the morning and turn it into a fucking car park. St Anns doesn't have a single redeeming feature, except for the roads leading out. It's the arsehole of Nottingham and words cannot express the contempt I have for the place and the neanderthals who breed there. Dirty scummy cunts with shit for brains, the lot of 'em.

My house was broken into regularly, when I say regularly I mean every week. You could almost set your watch by it. As if that wasn't bad enough, our neighbours were absolute morons. "Oh I saw so-and-so burgling your house. You need to hide yer video under the bed, that's what yer should do!". Thanks, you utterly useless cunt. Nobody goes to the police, that would be unheard of.

I decided to move out when one young chap tried (and failed) to mug me on my own doorstep. I now live in Hucknall, a small town on the other side of Nottingham. Like any small town, it's not without it's problems but compared to St Anns it's a bloody paradise.

I am 32, and since I turned 18 I have never been for a drink in a St Anns pub. I've grown quite fond of being alive if you don't mind.
(jimi.vicious regrets criticising the American electoral system!, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 16:05, 2 replies)

hello! i too live in Hucknall...
It is admittedly a million times better than St Anns, but seriously, the moon pub is a death trap full of Hucknalls finest 2 tonne, swamp donkeys in glitter hotpants and some apes who dribble and fight over them. If you don't get in a fight within 5 minutes you're considered some kind of god.
(Kimberelli is addicted to the shiny little magnets..., Sun 1 Nov 2009, 19:42, closed)

Conversely...
I grew up in Hucknall, and the best I can say for it is that it's a shithole full of cunts. I left when I was 18 and have never lived there since. My folks still live there, and I'm in contact with a grand total of 2 people I was at school with. The last time i saw anyone else i was at school with was at the funeral of the only other person i still spoke to. Mind you, it was fun seeing how fat they've all got, and how they're all either unemployed, or doing the same shitty factory jobs they left school to go into.

I'm 37 now, and haven't been for a drink in a Hucknall pub since I used to go regularly when I was 15, which also tells you a lot about the place!
(dieselmonkey, Mon 2 Nov 2009, 12:59, closed)