Ah yes, I have unfortunately lived in this shit hole for 15 years. Okay it is not the worst place in the world, but I would say it’s not exactly the most pleasant of places. Kings Lynn is over run by Chavs and their small mindedness. Lynnites have their very own walk and swagger, and the Lynn accent is very harsh, cross between Norfolk and something completely different. Look out for parts of Kings Lynn such as Fairstead, South Lynn, North Lynn and Hillington Square where the chavs congregate to get ‘blazed’ and pissed on Special Brew talking about a load of crap. Now doesn’t that just sound fun ? Kings Lynn has several large families, all kinda inbred with each other and all related to each other one way or another, and all have the same way of thinking and living. No one is allowed to be different, we all have to wear hooped earrings with a lovely pair of tracksuit bottoms tucked into an even lovelier pair of dated England socks, as they hope, sixth months on, that England will win the world cup next time round in 2014 when its inevitable that they won’t. No one is allowed to like different music, it must be chart music or Dubstep, or no music at all. Going to school and getting a job is the last thing on a Lynnites mind and don’t dare venture out of the ‘magical world of Kings Lynn’. Of course, not everyone in Kings Lynn is like this, and some parts can be deemed as okay, and being negative isn’t going to help a matter at all. But to me, this generalisation is what springs to mind when I think of my home town Kings Lynn.
Tags: Fairstead, Hillington Square, North Lynn, South Lynn
I lived in King’s Lynn until I was 25, and luckily moved away a few years ago. Although I look forward to visiting occasionally for the things personal to me (friends, family, English breakfast, Reffley Wood) I’m glad I don’t live there anymore and probably won’t return.
One of the problems is that its literally a dead end town. Last station on the trainline and served by typically shit roads and public transport. It was also affected irreversibly by the London over-spill after WW2, in my opinion giving us that awful mix of London and country with which the townies and outright scum speak with. Like all of the UK, there are burgeoning pockets of hateful, arrogant people, and the ones worth knowing are few and far between. This only gets worse with the constant building of cheap housing, pushing public services even more. A place like King’s Lynn needs extreme measures to become a pleasant town. Measures that will never happen.
those in Harlow are forced to sit around a KFC bargain bucket. I rapidly learnt that my evenings out would be spent elsewhere.
After reading the above comments, I’m rather insulted having been born and have lived in King’s Lynn all my life. It may not be the best place to live and yes there are people out there who don’t want to work and have the personalities you have portrayed above but that are just a majority. Most people have good values and beliefs and treat all with equality no matter of their differences, not the racist individuals you have mentioned. On the employment side of things many people I know who are either on job seekers or have been are not lazy at all!, constantly sending off applications day after day and most of the time never getting anything back, it’s not easy so don’t judge everyone who takes a step into the job centre. I myself have gone through college and came out with good qualifications and still for months and months couldn’t find work no matter of how hard I tried and was desperate for work but no one gave me a chance. What kind of a person do you think you are judging people like this anyway, maybe if you got to know these people you might be proved completely wrong, try and be a be a bit more open minded and a bit less discriminative towards people you don’t know.
The arrival of the newest and possibly biggest Primark has brought King’s Lynn into the heady heights of being officially recognised as a Chavtown. Previously the preponderance of cheap shops has been the sole source of pilgrimage for the local Chavs, but the popularity of Primark has brought a chill down the spines of those residents who are outnumbered by the Chavs.
Chavtown King’s Lynn hasn’t been helped by the pretty useless Council, who operating a Cabinet style of governance, has suffocated local democracy to a point beyond which democratic life may no longer be sustained. There are a number of councillors who have two grooves on their backside. One given them by God and another they acquired through sitting on the fence too long.
The Police do a noble job but the workload is overwhelming. There just aren’t enough of them to keep on top of things.
Chavs here come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Many are morbidly obese and insist on wearing skin tight black leggings revealing every crease of their wobbly cellulite. Others may be as young as 14 who, if you see them in town before 10.30am, suggests that they are early risers because to be so heavily caked up with Max Factor AND to have fed breakfast to their children would not be possible had they risen after 7am.
Males are not exempt. Male Chav children (all those up to the age of 25) are everywhere. They cycle or skateboard through the town with their lower halves covered with such baggy appendage as to make curious the medical establishment what lies within. The finer points of Baseball caps are a mystery to them as they cannot decide which way the peak is to be worn. I would like to think that their mothers would be so disappointed were it not that heir mothers probably are so Chavvy themselves they haven’t noticed.
The local Tech fondly imagines it is a seat of higher learning but believe me it isn’t. Here, Chavs who can read and write, occupy part of their day before bunking off with only the ambition of once finishing their media courses they may add to the numbers of NEETS or, for the high flyers, working in Primark.
The hospital is a disgrace. Those who don’t die there exit in spite of the nursing care and not because of it. Nurses are indistinguishable from indigenous Chavs once put of uniform, but catch them in profile as the sun disappears behind them it becomes apparent why, in their Chavviness, they have their own post code.
Chavs are now found not only in North Lynn, South Lynn, Fairstead and Hillington Square, but Gaywood and Reffley also have more than their fair share of Chavs, drawn here perhaps by the bright promise of mingling with others of their kind who were here first. Apart from the numerous cheap shops we have here, they may be found at watering holes of cheap fast food outlets, McDonalds being their height of fine dining experience, pubs like the Crossways, Lord Kelvin, etc etc, hanging outside schools from 2pm to make sure they get a parking space despite living within walking distance for normal human endeavour, walking the obligatory English Bull Terrier or suchlike, or accelerating ancient Fords, Toyotas, or BMWs from lights in pursuit of their evening diet of Soap operas.
King’s Lynn is not a town for investment though it ripely deserves it. No company would invest here given it has a population of low achievement, low aspiration, low potential, low educational attainment, and given the poor road and rail connections. The only reason Palm Paper came here is because of a council they could bend to their will, a large plot of chap land next to a large source of water, and a labour force they could pay half what they would have to pay in Germany. It would take a major shift in demographics to get the Chavs outnumbered enough to make a difference to the town’s fortunes. With the influx of those from the formerly known as Eastern Bloc such a demographic shift is unlikely. They at least bring a new twist to Chavdom with their unique and amusing approach to body image.
north lynn, personally i think isnt that bad!
barstard. ima merk the person dat writ dis.
barstards.
The dialect is a cross between traditional Norfolk and retard. Anything more than 5 syllables and you are looking at getting a punch in the face. Fortunately during the 60s and 70s there was an influx of migrating intelligence. However integration was doomed to failure as apathy swept through the migrants. This has led to the evolution of the semi-literate chav (chavus biblios).
I am from Fairstead which in reality is a militia controlled slum. Hanging around and taking ‘substances’ and talking crap was a service brought in from elsewhere as this was beyond the capability of the Linnet to devise by themselves. This did however catch on.
The ‘patriot’ (loose term for bigot) was developed here (alongside Langley Mill, Derbyshire). No blacks or asians were allowed in Norfolk without the traditional 20 years of mindless abuse by the retard population of the county. Chinese were ok because they ‘work hard’ and/or ‘they make good food’ (well, everything is relative I suppose).
Inherent racism is a must if you live here or you might be beaten up for ‘thinking like they do’. No gays, no blacks, no nuffin ‘ere boy cos we dunt loike that round ‘ere boi.
England (football team) may lose every match but here they are still deemed as ‘the best team in the world’ even though the underlying evidence points to the fact that we are worse than Finland with no legs.
I left Kings Lynn and have seen it degenerate over the last 20 years which I have to say is some feat, this seemed to be impossible but you have to hand to the new generation of ‘tards that yet another generation has surpassed their predecessors. Now THAT is skill that can only have been developed by specially controlled teenage interbreeding.
No doubt there will be a reply left on here at some point blaming the influx of ‘European Immigrants’. My parents still live in KL and are trying their best to uphold the traditions of racism and entrained hatred of anything outside of the Tory world of Norfolk.
Let’s go down the Spar, go to Middlewood Park to mess about and get pissed at Centre Point before climbing the electricity pylon.
Whoop whoop!