No idea of the chip shop, it's the club I still visit, not the chippy!
But there's a pizza place next-door-but-one and a Yates' or Litten Tree or something across the road from it.

(Where I once met a girl who wanted to film me fucking her. Fair enough, jumped in the car and followed her to a bungalow somewhere. A bungalow absolutely, completely empty apart from a mattress on the floor and a vid cam on a stand. Apparently she was an estate agent, I had her down as a serial killer. And she wanted it bareback. So I did it. Sheesh. I blew the goo, she hopped up, pulled her pants on and it was thanks very much and goodnight, never heard from her again. Either her hubby liked chowing down on cream pie or I possibly am going to get a visit one day from someone with the video of their conception under their arm, who knows? Only in Hinckley)
(Rsoles, Tue 3 Nov 2009, 13:20, 1 reply)

Ah, Regent Street.
I remember the Litten Tree well - we used to call it the Litter Tray (it was also the inspiration for the title of my post since it made Mos Eisley Cantina look like the Ritz). Down what is now the rather grandiose pedestrian precinct, or was the last time I dared set foot in the place!

How very bizarre; I've had dealings with most of the estate agents in Hinckley at one time or another as my parents moved twice and were with several agents during this time (start of the recession), so I'm trying to figure out who it could have been and the possibilities of some of them are rather unpleasant! I still can't quite believe that there is a thriving fetish scene in such a shit place, and I didn't know about it... I'd move and change your name if I were you, just in case. Although once eighteen years have passed, you're probably OK.
( Maladicta, Tue 3 Nov 2009, 17:40, closed)

She was pleasant enough
Mid-20s, redhead, not a fat bird, but no string-bean either - just right. No idea of her name, it was back in the days of Yahoo Groups (must be about 8 yrs ago) and I jumped in and answered one of those "Fuck me tonight" adverts, being sharp enough to spot a genuine ad amongst all the rubbish. She'd had no other applicants, bless her!

Hinckley is quite a den of filth (as well as being a filthy den), I've been to some "interesting" parties out that way, used to meet in the Knight pub or the one next to it (can't recall name) and then we'd all pile out into cars and off to wherever the action was going to take place. (Not that 12 cars suddenly descending on a quiet farmyard at dusk attracts much attention, oh no. And for the record, the farmyard had nothing to do with the activities, it was just a convenient place to park!!) I know of at least 2 fairly well-known lasses who do films and photo shoots (I hesitate to use the term "porn stars", they aren't exactly Jenna) who live in Hinckley, and there's lots of BDSM perves around there who like to party. You obviously didn't look closely enough!

Oh, but I must declare here and now that I DO NOT come from, live in, nor have ever lived in Hinckley. I hail from much further down the shit-stick scale.
(Rsoles, Wed 4 Nov 2009, 15:55, closed)

I'm relieved to hear you've been spared the horror of being from or actually living in Hinckley...
However, I must point out that the locals who don't want to admit they live in Hinckley will insist the Knight is in Burbage! She's not ringing a bell with me, I must say...

I am looking at the town in a very different light now since aesthetically and chav-wise where I live now is not entirely different... (it's for the cheap rent and closeness to work). It's like the love-child of Hinckley and Nuneaton with more trains.

I imagine though that the fact you can be in the middle of nowhere in a five-minute car journey does allow for lots of hidden nooks and crannies for such things to take place. I knew I should have passed my driving test while I was still living there (or, at all, for that matter). I stand by my point that I lived there from the age of 4 to 20 and have the world's most overprotective parents, though, so the likelihood of my having been allowed to leave the house, alone, without telling them where I was going, to go to fun things like BDSM parties was minimal anyway :( woe.

I'm really curious as to who's on the amateur circuit now, but am scared I went to school with them or something...
( Maladicta, Wed 4 Nov 2009, 18:43, closed)