Archive for the ‘North West’ Category

Blackpool

Jul
26

Up until the 80’s the town was still marginally habitable, and family friendly. Nowadays it’s just an open sewer on so many levels. It has (unsurprisingly) the biggest drug problem in the country (yes, even bigger than Britain’s most renowned city’s) which is remarkable considering the fact it still doesn’t have a high enough population to be classed as a city. In a desperate move, the council appeals every couple of years for Cackpool to be classified as a city, in order to gain more publicity for tourists, yet fails every time. Then again, the drug issue should come to no surprise due to the poorly regulated nightclubs, for there will always be a handful of corrupt doormen who allow the twattage to slip through the twat filter. Such nightclubs will always attract these generic, drug-dependent pussies who severely lack the confidence to be themselves. Then again, how dare people not have a good night out without the right to knife someone without provocation, or in order to “pull” that bottom-barrel, easy going fat slag leftover of the night, via impressing her, followed by an unlicensed dog-meated kebab for afters. Add to this the large groups of loudmouthed, overconfident, binge-drinking twats who arrogantly refuse to acknowledge their lifestyle to be a form of alcoholism (if not worse). Still, they only tend to see sense by the time they reach their 30’s, by which time they cue in line for a kidney transplant, if lucky.

After 6pm many swinging parks tend to be infested by large gangs, particularly on weekends. I’d like to use to use the term “youths” to describe them but they are clearly in their late teens to early 20’s, even mid 20s. Disturbingly, such groups will “tag” these playgrounds as their domain. The most pathetic of sights is to watch them shamelessly chat up groups of 14 year old girls who watch on in wide-eyed amazement as aforementioned adults arrogantly recite their criminal record, or at least, what they claim to have “done time for”.

One root of the problem is clearly the council. They would rather squander millions on useless, hideous sculptures that are placed randomly on the promenade and town center, with the sole purpose of being vandalized just for looking the way it does.

The cherry on the cake being is that they are now trying to turn Blackpool into a European version of Las Vegas, not taking into account the further problems it would cause with all of the benefit fraudsters / “skint m8″ wasters and junkies it would attract by default. Additionally, the council gets paid substantially to re-house incurable criminals from all over the country, ranging from aggressive junkies, anti-social pricks, alcoholics and last but not least – pedophiles . Naturally, these decisions make decent tenants kick up about the safety of their children. but such complaints always get rebuffed.

The 2 worst areas are, in order, Grange Park and Queens Park. In a retarded move, many vulnerable single mums are located to Grange park and often become victim of endless harassment and anti social arsecuntery by their less than welcoming neighbours. Queens Park on the other hand was so bad that there is now an office of security guards patrolling the area on a daily basis. This however never seems to prevent booze fueled fights breaking out on weekends. On a regular basis these security guards have bricks thrown at them from a safe distance, and are met with constant taunts and verbal abuse by gangs of youths for not allowing the estate to be run down. Initially the company that employs them had a few corrupt guards who actually let junkie scum through on grounds of personally knowing the drug addicts, who wanted to gain access to the blocks to meet their dealers. In turn this made the problem worse. On top of this these handful of corrupt guards had the nerve to berate decent (often vulnurable) tenants just to make it look like they where doing their job. Thankfully they got rightfully fired, albeit not punished.

The problem with such areas is the retarded “grassing” code that so many dicks adhere to. If you report someone for comitting a crime, you get vilified and harassed. Yet any experienced cop will tell you that many of these who claim to adhere to this code would sell out their friends under the right circumstances in a heartbeat, such as getting a “hit” (i.e heroine) or just to save their own skin.

Also, it would appear that bus shelters and phone boxes have some sort of strong, magnetic material mixed into the glass that strongly attracts baseball caps and track suits, to the point of getting smashed up on impact, or so the wearers of such attire will have you believe.

My greatest sympathies goes out to the (legitimately) homeless, who are treated worse than dog shit by uppity middle-class snobs and superiority-complex ridden chav gimps alike. When not having their nose turned up by the former, they are kicked when down, spat on, urinated on, or (in some cases) set on fire for sport.

For those delusional knobjockeys who want to deny there is a problem, (usually spouted by those who don’t even live here) please do the required research on all my claims, particularly the part on how more pedophiles are re-housed here than anywhere else in the country for “protection”, despite them re-offending time and time again.

All in all Blackpool is a bit shit.

NUKE THE CHAVS (Blackpool)

Apr
15

I am unlucky enough to live on Grange Park in Blackpool. From the day that I moved here just under 1 year ago I have had nothing but ongoing problems from day one.

Below is just a small example

Being called a fagot just because I did not hace a cig to give to a yob who was standing across the road from the bus stop.

Haveing some wa***r come across to my house demanding my camera from me for no reason

Total t*ats who have kicked my door in and nicked off with all my goods.

Police that are about as useful as a mirror for a blind person

Yobs rideing their dirt bikes across the green area where I live and much much more.

I wish that I could nuke the yobs and live my life in peace.

Kirkby – the bastard cousin of Liverpool

Apr
10

Years and years and years ago – in the 1960s, the local council realised that Liverpool was getting overcrowded with people and subsequently picked a random few acres of bog land and fields to build a new town on….ladies and gentlemen…welcome to Kirkby!

WHERE IS IT?
Four or five miles North East of Liverpool, just off the infamous East Lancs Road.

WHATS THERE?
Crime ridden shit hole areas such as Westvale, Northwood, Tower Hill and Southdene…and the "posh part" Melling.

THE TOWN CENTRE (KNOWN AS THE TOWNIE)
Think of hundreds and hundreds of rough-arse housing estates surrounding a rough arse town centre and your getting close. Kirkby has it all, Knowsley College where platoons of 11year old scallies roam around thinking their hard because they wear rigger boots and have shitty overalls, millions of orange-faced, PJ wearing single mums with fags hanging from their lips whilst little Chantelle and Tyler clutch a cold pasty from Greggs!

In the shopping centre, bone-idle scallies sit on the benches sporting Lacoste tracksuits and the obligatory black Reebok "whats happinin kidda" "is right lad" "innit lad" Doberman and Staffs are an optional extra.
The town centre is blessed with several drinking establishments – notably Wetherspoons where the same `faces` have been drinking everyday from 10am since 1999 when it opened. Same seats every day, no variation – a quick trip the bookies, back for a pint of mild, back the bookies "Pint of John Smiths girl"
Fat-necked gobshites in white t-shirts and black cardigans play the fruit machines intently – only stopping to barge outside to answer there £400 mobile phones, "lad, yeah lad, is right lad, bang on lad, in a bit lad"

4pm is college letting out time – mayhem at the bus station where people trample each other to board buses "der’s a fookin queue here girl" – "ay lad canna ger on with a pram on da bus" "do you go down park brow lad"

Oddly, they say people from Kirkby love the place – famous residents like Margie Clark, Phil Thompson and the like swear by it…..

Funny really, the rest of us hate it.