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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Ferryports
All ferryports in the UK and Ireland are shitholes with low IQ zombies as residents. Top of this steaming shitpile is the one and only Fishguard.
Many years ago before RyanAir and EasyJet existed I was delayed 12 hours there.
Went for a meal ordered and waiter asked to be paid up-front, then was given a meal that was rank.....the meal looked like a gone-off abortion in brocolli dish that was cooked in 1945. Complained, was told to fuck off.
Went to pub next-door, me and my brother dropped a pound coin on the pool table to get in the queue for a game. Our turn came, was told that one of us must play the last winner for £50.00 (this was 1987).
Anyhoo, brother, who is ex-merchant navy, decides to give these inbreds a lesson and clears the table before his challenger sinks any balls whatsoever.
Did he pay-up, no, so my brother got thick and basically we had the shit kicked out of us, were arrested by the coppers and stayed in cells until the ferry arrived.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:23, Reply)
All ferryports in the UK and Ireland are shitholes with low IQ zombies as residents. Top of this steaming shitpile is the one and only Fishguard.
Many years ago before RyanAir and EasyJet existed I was delayed 12 hours there.
Went for a meal ordered and waiter asked to be paid up-front, then was given a meal that was rank.....the meal looked like a gone-off abortion in brocolli dish that was cooked in 1945. Complained, was told to fuck off.
Went to pub next-door, me and my brother dropped a pound coin on the pool table to get in the queue for a game. Our turn came, was told that one of us must play the last winner for £50.00 (this was 1987).
Anyhoo, brother, who is ex-merchant navy, decides to give these inbreds a lesson and clears the table before his challenger sinks any balls whatsoever.
Did he pay-up, no, so my brother got thick and basically we had the shit kicked out of us, were arrested by the coppers and stayed in cells until the ferry arrived.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:23, Reply)
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