I’m astonished that this nightmare of a town has only been mentioned a couple of times. I’m guessing this is because none of the residents know what the internet is yet and the majority of those who have escaped are still too traumatised to speak about their visit. If you ever wondered if England had an area inhabited by our equivalent of American trailer trash red-necks then you’ve obviously not been to Wisbech. Wisbech’s red-necks didn’t get their colour by working hard though, oh no, their sunburned colour comes from sitting around the town’s market square comparing trainers and their latest benefit stream generator (baby to the rest of us) with their mates The manufacturers of nylon can thank Wisbech and it’s benefit dependant pondlife residents for their wealth. No shops worth having can survive in the place because Wisbechistanis will not patronise any business that sells anything for more than £1. There are two businesses in this depressing and deprived dump that are doing well though…. they being the pound shop that now occupies the old Woolworths premises and, not surprisingly, the drive through McDonalds (the demographic is so low that Wisbech is one of the few places in the country where you can’t order a Dominos Pizza). It’s out of town location, just up the road from the cat food factory – work that out, doesn’t make it difficult to find… all you have to do to find it from any direction is follow the trail of discarded McDonalds litter that is strewn on all local roads having been launched from the 20yr old Saxos and BMWs that the retards view as de rigeur transport. You’re nobody in Wisbech until you drive a BMW, regardless of how old or knackered it is. That’s not quite true, Fenland’s relatively wealthy sorts (they have a job) have a preference for pick up trucks, the bigger the better. They are so proud of their status mobiles that they believe the roads are too dangerous to park their ‘trucks’ in. Instead, they park them on the pavements and make pedestrians walk in the dangerous roads with all the Saxos and 20yr old BMWs. You will notice that the pick up truck types ride round with looks of superior smugness on their faces. What they don’t realise is that the rest of us use their choice of vehicle as an indicator of the IQ of those within. There are a lot of pick ups round Wisbech.
Local people are the product of their local schools. With employment opportunities limited to either working in Macdonalds, the pound shop or the local cat food factory, the high school stopped trying to teach anything useful and it became nothing more than a childminded service so the parents could get on with the important things in their lives: watching daytime TV or breeding even more benefits stream generators. The place was so bad that OFSTED completely gave up on it and decided the only way to halt the damage it was doing to the population was to demolish it which they did.
I was unfortunate enough to live in one of the villages associated with this town for 5yrs. It didn’t take us 5yrs to realise we’d made a mistake, of course. We realised that within the first month or so of living among them but it took us 4.5yrs to sell up and get out. The retards that bought our house – they only managed to raise the deposit because of an industrial accident insurance payout, we have since discovered, wasted no time in parking a 4X4 on the pavement outside, forcing people to walk in the roadway and to install a barking-24hrs-a-day Rotweiller (look at how hard I am with this dog) in the garden. They will fit right in with the other barking dog obsessed Wisbechistannis, one of whom had a gorgeous Staffy puppy. I made to stroke this little dog one day as it’s nylon clad football hooligan style dressed retard took it for a shit on someone else’s lawn. “Don’t do that”, he mumbled, “I want it to be a hard dog that everyone is scared of”… the poor animal was no more than 4months old at the time.
On the subject of migration…. in the late 90s there was a steady flow of immigrants from Essex into the area around Wisbech. They were attracted by cheap property prices and the lack of foreigners. It’s so bad now that everyone who can is getting out and leaving the place to the Fennies, even the Essexers are leaving.
I came pretty close to sliding into depression as a result of living near Wisbech. I knew I hated the place but only realised the harmful effect it was having on me when we moved. I immediately felt like the world had been lifted from my shoulders and my mood has improved daily since. We visited ex neighbours (who are still trapped) a couple of weeks ago and felt the tendrils of Fen depression wrapping themselves around me once again. Only when you’ve escaped the place do you realise just how bad it is.
Whilst I couldn’t disagree with some of what you said, the other part of it see’s you come across as a person whose theoretically afraid to take a shit in public.
You’ve slandered a town that for 5 years was your home and saw nothing but the good. You’re like a mentally-challenged infant who when doesn’t get their own way, makes an incredibly, over-exaggerated problem just to get it.
As you can tell I think you’re stuck up, poisonous and vile and frankly on par with the residents of Wisbech and that is far from the thoughts I want to think of anyone. I suppose you get what you ask for.
Let’s hope you win the lottery or something and find yourself living in upmarket Chelsea of London or Kensington. I’m sure it would be much suited to the standards you so obviously deserve and you can then run a along to Fortnum & Mason’s to do your weekly shopping instead of having to traipse through all the benefit babies, trackie-wearing, dog-handling folk of Wisbech just to get to the pound shop.
Tierny ‘incredibly architecture’ and ‘pretty villages’ pressumeably you mean the dilapidated burned out condemmed shit holes that fill the town center such as ‘The Belfast’ which if I’m not mistaken is crumbling like all of the town center to the point where people have been hit by falling debris. Pressumably ‘pretty villages’ refers to other places. With f**king idiots like you in charge walking around with your eyes closed it is little wonder Wisbech is the deprived shit hole it is. f**k me the only two redeeming features you could think of were brick work and other places near it which aren’t quite as shit. Idiot.
I live in wisbech and i love it with all my heart <3 xxx
Ignorance is bliss though………………………….
I read the first line and could’t be bothered with anymore, maybe people from wisbech have a life so don’t need to right bollox online, jealous, weird, middle class people who don’t know there arse from there elbow are just annoying………… “Oh Hector, would’t it be a laugh to slate wisbech online whilst there out enjoying themselves”
You are clearly a product of the aforementioned school. Their, they’re and there…most other people have figured it out by the time they’re 12.
Oh and Steve, I didn’t suggest that there was anything wrong with a poundshop being successful. My point is that nowt else seems to be able to survive. Look how many businesses have burned down in recent years….
i lived in “hmp wisbechistan” for over a year in the refuge. a great group of ladies inside. well mannered, they were. step outside and you get every pakkie, pole and chav in your face. i’m a goth and got attacked 5 times for it. i now live in northampton, which is almost as bad. i would advise ANY decent person to get their families as far away from that hell-hole as possible
I live in Wisbech I have lived here for 4 years now. It is the single most horrible place I have ever been. Since moving here I have been attacked in the street twice, people have tried to break in my house twice and my mental health has really suffered. The locals are violent aggressive and confrontational. Most of them are on heroin, crack, amphetamine or have alcohol dependence issues. The local authority do nothing but line their own pockets with public funds. What a shit hole, I regret moving to this hole so much. I would like to see it napalmed.
I Don’t know if you have some Vested Interest in making Wisbech sound great or if you genuinely believe it is, but the original poster did not spew a “litany of bollocks”, rather he merely stated facts that I concur with. Surely the point of this website is to make an argument for a Chav town, not to espouse it good points. Maybe you need to post on http://www.wisbechisgreat.co.uk.
I am currently working in Wisbech and the best thing I can say about it is that it has “character”. I agree that it does have some beautiful architecture and that the majority of people (let’s say 51%) are hard working, pleasant and very friendly – but that’s all.
I am from the North-East and think that places like Middleborough and Hartlepool are not that attractive, but if you can let me know of more Chavvy town in East Anglia than Wisbech, then I’ll do all I can to avoid it!
Wisbech, like many towns in England, has some problems. It has some very deprived areas. It has some difficult people. It’s not perfect.
The Market Square (like most market towns thanks to the recent recession) has some closed shops – but is generally busy and vibrant. Many towns would love to have this much trade.
The suggestion that a successful pound shop is somehow a ‘bad sign’ says a lot about the poster. There are many successful shops actually – but I don’t begrudge the Pound Shop its health and nor should anybody else. Enjoying a bargain doesn’t make you a chav. It makes you sensible. Nobody I’ve ever met buys “all” their shopping from pound shops, but turning your nose up ‘just because its cheap’ is pathetic.
The town has some really great features. Incredibly architecture. Pretty villages. The people are, on the whole, hard-working and friendly. Like most areas of the country there is a local flavour which doesn’t suit everybody – but if you make a small effort to fit in you’d find it very pleasant.
There are a few tiny grains of truth amongst the litany of bollocks the original poster wrote. I’ve never visited a town that some miserable, hard-done-by loser couldn’t run down with exaggeration and colourful rhetoric. I’m sure that he/she is now inflicting his joyful and positive attitude upon whatever unfortunate new place he/she has relocated to.