What a shithole! I knew a girl from there years ago, all she was interested in was shagging, I don’t think she had any brain cells. My first recollection of the place was the bus station as that was the way I first came to the town, if you can call it a bus station, more like a couple of Nizzen huts stinking of piss. All the houses were council houses, full of out of work yokels, snotty nosed kids who hadn’t seen a bar of soap in their lives, and teenage pregnant mums with half a dozen kids. The houses had mud slicks not gardens, full of dog shit. And that accent, absolute chav accent if ever there was one, I cringed every time any one opened their gob, but it was worth it just to empty my nut sack in the tart, I could guarantee that if I was ever in need of a shag then she would lie back and open her legs, it was like f**king a dummy – she just lay there and let me get on with it. I hear she now has half a dozen kids all with different fathers.
You use women for sex then complain when they let you sleep with them?
Yep I know what you mean,I was sent from Watford to Glyndhurst probation hostel in Gloster,(its now a homeless hostel) in the early 90s,for being a “bit naughty”when I was a young lad.We werent allowed out after 10pm incase we went thieving etc,anyway that didnt stop us there was only one member of staff on we would yawn and with a “well Im off to bed now” wed climb out the windows and would be out all night shagging the local women,never met such easy women gaging for it they were right dirty old slappers,certainly didnt do much theiving,to tired.One weekend we all went to the Forest of Dean to look for magic mushrooms (didnt find any just lots of sheep)anyway getting off the bus we entered a weird place,lots of little houses with chimleys puffing out smoke but nobody about like a ghost town it was,but you had the feeling you was being watched,all the cars were 1950s and 60s,Morris Minors and Ford Anglias,like being on the set of Heartbeat.We met some strange looking locals in the local pub,hunchbacks,real ugly bastards,who when we walked into the pub all looked at us,mumbling to each other about us,I had visions of staring on a real life Chainsaw masacre,we all did,(wasnt that wrong as Fred West was still topping them at the time,he was from round that erea)So we turned round left the pub,then decided oh f**k em wel go back in,the fuckers had locked the doors on us,strange people like inbred hillbillys,kept thinking of that film Deliverance with Burt Renalds, and a Gloster hillbilly hunchback going “SQUEEL LITTLE PIGGY”.Yes very strange place with even stranger people.While waiting for the bus,the one and only bus,a Ford Anglia van pulled up with two creepy serial killer types asking,”want a lift out of town?plenty of room in the back of the van,wont be a bus for hours yet”f**k that we all thought,”no dont worry Mr Hunchback wel wait”