Solihull
was of vast surprise to me. I expected it to be a dump and was pleasantly mistaken.
(berk, Mon 2 Nov 2009, 21:03, 1 reply)

Me too!
I was a trainee pub manager in the Birmingham triangle. A nice little village called Berkswell, somewhere between Coventry, Birmingham and Nuneaton.

I was trying to find a good pharmacist after a Coventry based one told me I had 'foot and mouth'. The Solihull pharmacist reassured me it was Contact Eczema as I didn't have cloven hooves.

I'd always imagined Solihull to be a smoggy, industrial town. But as you know, it's actually quite clean!
(Big Smurf Brush me daddy-O, Mon 2 Nov 2009, 21:34, closed)

Interesting!
I too was born as raised in Colchester - and have posted about the place this week.

Yep, Ipswich is shite, so much so that killing prostitutes remains a frequent passtime.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Mon 2 Nov 2009, 22:01, closed)

You were my inspiration...
(and Mrs Liveinbin) because the inbreds are slightly too proud of their dog shit laden, family-fuckin'*, crime-ridden town. And if they ever found out my real name and address, I am quite confident I would find 'Immigrant' or 'B3TAgrant' spray-painted across my front door.

And I still don't think they got the right person for the 'Ipswich Strangler'. I worked for the Suffolk Constabularly for a while and they got him waaaaay to quickly for a police force who concentrate on people peeing in doorways and livestock loose on public highways.

At least in Colchester all I had to do was avoid a squaddie or two. Now I have to avoid "We're not related, let's procreate"!

* Ipswich is bad for this, but Bury St. Edmunds is worse.
(Big Smurf Brush me daddy-O, Mon 2 Nov 2009, 22:22, closed)

Ipshit
True about BSE (always thought the acronym for Bury was particularly appropriate) - when I lived in Ipswich, a mate who lived in Bury used to come over to us for the nightlife. There wasn't any, but it was still better than BSE. Apparently everyone who worked in BSE lived in the villages around it, so come five o'clock they'd all feck off out of it, leaving the town to the dolies and inbreds that made up the population. Brrrrr....
(redexile, Wed 4 Nov 2009, 9:15, closed)

Oh
Look at me doing something.
*prouds*
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Wed 4 Nov 2009, 21:15, closed)