The cultural hub of the borough is undoubtedly the Strand. Here you can see 40 year old women who look 70 years old waiting in endless lines at Halifax, just itching for the chance to complain about the length of queues, the number of poles who have infested Liverpool, and still trying to smoke indoors. Shops numbered 5:1 in favour of knock off boutiques. The people who populate this barren wasteland of nothingness are some of the most strange, bizarre and downright frightening that England has to offer. Be careful as you zip past it on the bus, do not look any of the feral twats with overcoats on as they will sit next to you, stink the place up of piss, and chat to you about Snooker or Football or something else scousers are supposed to be interested in. There is not a shred of culture here - really, unless you count a GAME which is always full of little twats just playing Fifa12 on the Xbox 360 for free, until they are chased out, to which they often respond cunt or something equally eloquent. There used to be a musiczone here, which I loved, and was in all honesty an escape from the totally shit, depressing surroundings - I used to spend hours every Saturday afternoon picking out a few CD's with my pocket money. Looking back on it, I honestly think that without a passion for music, I would have long went mad or just succumbed to the peer pressure and became a toothless fucker arguing about which of my 7 kids are cutest.
I'm not here to say Kingswood is a chav hovel, because it isn't. I'm here to say what a nice place it is, the houses are built to a good standard. The pathways are relatively clean (paths are never going to be spotless are they? ). The people who live there, including myself, are well educated hard working people ( the chavs don't live here as the dole amount won't cover the price to even rent on kingswood) the school ' Kingswood college of arts (which is unfortunately on branshome (i'll get to that in a min) is still a hell of a lot better than winifred holtby. The shopping and lesuire area of kingswood is also better than anywhere else in the hell hole hole of hull. The only problem is, its located right next to bransholme(one of the uk's largest council/chav estates) and is near to orchard park (hulls crackhead smack head hovel) the scum from these estates scuttle over here to kingswood. the adults in the day so they can wander around asda and dream tha one day they will get a bonus in their dole that will allow them to buy a packe of crips from there-and to look at all the good people of kingswood and think "i'll smash their e'd in one day -think the're be"er th'n uz doo th'y? " (well sorry to say, mekenzie lee burberry piss head, but..we are better than you) then on the night the little toe rags and spaw of the adults mentioned above scurry over to "ave eh ni'ht owt wiv th' ladz" -on the swings in the local parks.
You see-the problem with kingswood isn't kingswood itself..it the fact that its located inbetween the scum of the earth-dont you feel sorry for us ?
Upon entering Whitland you are greeted with the facade that is dirty grey pebble-dash housing, burnt out buildings, a derelict behemoth of a train station and loads of horrible shops which many are still empty; oh and the bloody chavs.
But for many years Whitland was a thriving little market town having a very proud traditional welsh industrial backbone propping up the community with its very own milk factory. However, as is often the case, the industry collapsed. To further compound this despair, the demise of Whitland's industrial spine coincided with the completion of the Whitland bypass which well and truly finished the town off. The resulting concoction was, and still is, a mere pimple on a pig's dick; a sinister town lurking in the shadow of it's more aspirational neighbour Narberth in Pembrokeshire.
Since the demise of Whitland's industrial grit the town has seen an influx of intolerant, insufferable and unemployable chavs who, still to this day, patrol the dark and dingy streets of Whitland like swarms of wasps. Whitland has also welcomed a herd of volatile pseudo-irish gypsies bringing trade (in the form of drugs) into this soul-less one-horse town. In fact a few of those very gypsies knocked on my flat door the very evening I moved in, asking me 'Av yer got any gear boyo?'; and still to this day, each and every house vomits chavs as they head over to the local chip shop of an evening sporting the usual hoddies, trackies tucked in their socks and upturned baseball caps. Rather bizzarely, Whitland chavs have a tendancy to look identical, with either long necks or short cropped ginger hair; and their hostility knows no bounds. The usual activities of a Chav include hurling foul obscenities at passers by, throwing coins at windows, shouting and generally doing what chavs do best.
Blackpool, although you may think it's a jolly seaside resort with candy floss and donkeys, is a scumbucket for the transients who come here to draw benefits in a holiday resort instead of an inner city. go back a few streets from the prom, and you will see the deprivation, the ghettos and the scummy pubs that make up the REAL Blackpool. It's a town full of chavs, career benefit scroungers and don't get me started on the drugs and crime. It's full every weekend of idiots that get so drunk they cant control their bladders - yes, women too, and middle aged women with messages such as 'I'm up for it' (Yuk) emblazoned on T shirts across their flabby boobs - which, incidentally flap up and down on their beer bellies when they jump up and down to the music in any one of the dive bars along Bank Hey Street. It's full of single mothers with doorkey babies (conceived to get a council house) all with the Fkeetwood Facelift hairstyle (vigorously scraped up ponytail) all covered in gold that they either have had nicked for them, or have not paid a bill in order to buy. Yes there are decent hardworking people in Blackpool, but it's an increasingluy dangerous unpleasant place to live, and nothing ever gets done about it. For the record, I work with social services - so I do actually know what I'm talking about. I live here only until I've saved enough to get out of this hellhole of a country!
