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Hackney (a.k.a H- Town )

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Ah, London, known across the world as being prestigious and cultured. Indeed, the streets of Mayfair give a sense of classic England, Old Victorian houses on tree lined streets.

Take a half an hour drive east though and you’ll see a different side of London all together.

Hackney is a desolate sprawl of grotty council blocks, with endless amounts of winding alleys for the ‘yout’s’ of the area to run down after mugging an innocent person in a pathetic attempt to appear  ‘hard’ to their peers.

On a Friday night, Mare Street is packed with roaming gangs of youths in baggy adidas hoodies, smoking super strong weed, blasting grime music out of their phones. Some of these groups are massaive, literally 30 teenagers in a run down chicken shop shouting at each other, while older, hard faced ex convincts are sat down in the cheap plastic seats, grimly discussing drug dealing.

Walk east from Mare Street and you’ll find the Trelawny Estate, the worst part of Hackney. Trash litters the grass around the tower blocks, the bottom floor windows are either smashed or have burgalar bars on them. As you go further east, all you find is a semminly endless maze of council flats, ranging from two story low rises to twelve story, grotesque towerblocks that blot out the sun Hackney so desperatly needs. Hooded drug dealers hang around on the street corners, selling crack and heroin to gaunt faced junkies in broad daylight.

As the night turns darker, Hackney becomes even more frightening. sirens wail, police helicopters circle above, cars with blacked out windows drive by, blasting hip hop. Sometimes, gunshots ring out, leaving a young man slowly bleeding to death as he tries to run into his block of flats. Wether it’s kids trying to be ‘badman’ or drug dealers fighting over business, who knows.

Hackney was once known as murder mile, due to amount of gun related murders that happened here. Theres just a strange culture of violence in the place, everyone walks around with a ‘screwface’, everyone wants to be hard. I saw a man get knocked out cold from one punch on Mare Street, seemingly randomly.

I lived there in 2005-2006 and I never want to go back.

 

 

By: hackney resident

plumstead-south east london

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so im a teenage girl from plumstead and the place is OVERUN by chavs and i hate them so much! when i walk past they they say “OI PENG TING” there all f**king idios with there air forces and blackberrys the place has loads of chavs that come down from woolwich another chavvy place that you might of heard about from the riots and it was trashed, over half of the plustead teengae population have asbo’s yesterday i saw a little boy saying c**t to his own mum, she was a scratty thing with no teeth, i hate living here so much, enev in the girls school i go to is over run by chavs and skets that cant keep there legs closed for more then 5 mins and the boys school is a state, shotting weed and charlie getting in fights, and the worse part is the f**king gay police do nothing about it -_- chavs are animals who should be locked up some place far away, plumstead was never like this, now all we are known for are gang wars, should not be like that.

By: moneese

Sutton

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The other reviews about Sutton seem to have been written by teenagers who have had poor personal experiences of living in Sutton- they have not given a true and fair idea of what the place is actually like; quite the reverse! In fact, it is generally a very pleasant town within Greater London on the edge of Surrey, about ten miles from the centre of London. It has very low crime levels compared with most areas of London, with serious crime very low – in fact, out of the 33 London boroughs, only two have better (i.e. lower) crime figures. The only concern of any significance is low-level disorderly conduct, and this maybe what the other reviews are picking up on. However, the reality is that this is a well established middle-class suburb, within easy commuting distance of the city.  The main High Street has many up-market shops, bars and restaurants such as a really nice branch of Waterstones,  the UK’s first ever All Bar One and a branch of a small chain of four really good French restaurants run by the celebrity chef, Malcolm John – it’s called Brasserie Vacherin. Also the area is home to some of the best grammar schools in Britain, including Sutton Grammar School for Boys and Wilson’s. Last but not least, culture- vultures will be pleased about the two theatres, the Secombe centre in the centre of town and the Charles Cryer theatre in neighbouring village, Carshalton, a mile down the road. All in all, a very pleasant spot and well worth moving to!

Manor Park, London E7 – E12.

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Entirely blocked from spreading to the North by the unassailable respectability of Wanstead, and prevented from expansion to the East, by half-decent Ilford and to the West by up-coming Stratford, lies the stagnant pool of liquified s**t that is Manor Park.

Manor Park. A s**thole that is so wretched, it even makes Forest Gate seem charming.

A complete eyesore, Manor Park is nothing but a living dumping ground.

Romford Road scythes through it on the way out of London and represents the only element on any value in the landscape as it’s some kind of road out of there – which is all it’s used for, apart from being a speed-record proving ground for every Asian boy-racer.

For everyone else, it must be torture to have the landscape dominated by that trunk road as “Out” is the last place any of them are going in a hurry.

The place abounds with shambling losers, wastes, the aged and the dumb – and broken-english speaking refugees and dodgers of every race, colour and creed. A hovel and a ghetto at the same time. Failure hangs over the place so heavily you can taste it. Everyone else tastes it too, judging by the big gobbets of phlegm you can see gobbed out on the pavement every ten paces – the different colours inside of it are something to look, I suppose: street art.

Pound shops and take-aways are what there are plenty of – they almost outnumber the benefit-scroungers that populated the dump.

The Lumiere Building residential conversion made a proud and bold attempt to make itself an outpost of aesthetic modernism in advance of the regeneration of Stratford 2 miles up the road. It was a breathless attempt to attract some people with some kind of profession and regular wage into the area. It was always doomed – it’s all just a bit too far from the action. When anyone with an upbringing of any value, or the slightest splinter of intelligence got sick of living in an ivory tower that happened to be in the middle of a sewer – and when even off-street gated parking and the fact they bought cheap weren’t enough to take the feeling of sinking into a bath of s**t out of coming home – Owners sold up quick smart, the Council bought – and so the Wastes, Chavs and Tenants moved in to stink up the place with their foul breath and worse habits. Now there are washing lines strung behind it’s panoramic windows, condoms litter the stairwells and piss-stained mattresses block the refuse area.

The Tesco-metro next door is like Precinct 13.  God bless Tesco. Just go to Manor Park and imagine that store not being there – you’re left with a bleak stinking waste with the musty and shabby and useless Army & Navy Stores straddling the junction up the road, selling tat to the poor, fishermen and door-staff…

Manor Park – the most complete and irredeemable s**thole in London.

 

Elm Park (East London)

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Elm Park is a town in East London, in the London Borough of Havering. The town’s station is on the District Line of the London Underground in between Hornchurch and Dagenham East. I have moved to a small flat here from nearby Barking. My old neighbours from Barking are black and I still keep in touch with them as I happen to be good friends with them and still enjoy a good chat. However, I have recently been having to return to Barking to visit them instead as the local gangs of Elm Park that hang around that do not share the same opinions on ethnic people as I do, and my old neighbours have experienced racial ”bullying” on more than one occasion on their way home, in turn, feeling “frightened” to visit me which I find rather upsetting.

The simple way I find to describe an “Elm Parker” is as one of my other friends put it, “Cockney, loud, racist, BNP and West Ham United” – need I say more? Elm Park is definitely a town of decline. All the streets in this town from Elms Farm Road, Rosebank Avenue to Dunningford Close, Carnforth Gardens to Elm Park Avenue, Warren Drive and Diban Court (where I live) and of course ”Elm Park Hill” (what the entire town seems to be famous for – otherwise known as “East London’s Takeaway Central” where all the scum from surrounding roads mentioned seem to hang around) – i’l be leaving soon, for more reasons than one. Even as you journey into London as you go through Elm Park it is the first station where you can spot graffiti. Not only this but it is also the first station in London to have the need of classical music being played in order to try and stop the local hooligans from hanging around causing havoc on top of “The Hill” (which actually happens to be a BRIDGE????)

My ambition is to move to somewhere further out of London when I can get some money together – I want to get out of this dive.