Rubbish Towns
I once went to Basildon. It was closed, I got chased by a bunch of knuckle-dragged yobs until I was lost in a maze of concrete alleyways and got food poisoning off pie. Tell us about the awful places you've visited or have your home.
Thanks to SpankyHanky for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Oct 2009, 11:07)
I once went to Basildon. It was closed, I got chased by a bunch of knuckle-dragged yobs until I was lost in a maze of concrete alleyways and got food poisoning off pie. Tell us about the awful places you've visited or have your home.
Thanks to SpankyHanky for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Oct 2009, 11:07)
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I've been to Scunthorpe 3 times
When I was very young, I thought that back in the 'olden days' (pre-1950), the world was in black and white like it was on telly in old films.
I soon grew out of that. But I now know that I was right all along. It's just that Scunthorpe never managed to get colour and as such, it is still monochrome. I approached the town on the bus and there was a lot of scrap yards unless it was a storage facility for rusty steel. There was the steel works and then mile after mile of concrete all the way into the town centre which culminated in a bus station which looked like it was made from recycled multi-storey car-park stairwells.
I got off the bus, and the first thing I saw was a fat tramp asleep on an ugly metal bench, with his shirt wide open challenging the relentless drizzle with his grotty matted-hairy torso.
( , Thu 29 Oct 2009, 18:50, Reply)
When I was very young, I thought that back in the 'olden days' (pre-1950), the world was in black and white like it was on telly in old films.
I soon grew out of that. But I now know that I was right all along. It's just that Scunthorpe never managed to get colour and as such, it is still monochrome. I approached the town on the bus and there was a lot of scrap yards unless it was a storage facility for rusty steel. There was the steel works and then mile after mile of concrete all the way into the town centre which culminated in a bus station which looked like it was made from recycled multi-storey car-park stairwells.
I got off the bus, and the first thing I saw was a fat tramp asleep on an ugly metal bench, with his shirt wide open challenging the relentless drizzle with his grotty matted-hairy torso.
( , Thu 29 Oct 2009, 18:50, Reply)
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