I agree with the opening posters view of Hull, it is a first class shithole and thats all it ever will be.
I was fortunate enough not to have been born there so I do know the difference between good and bad, the cause of the degeneration of that particular cesspit lies firmly with the so called fishermen of yesteryear when it was a bustling fishing port, the fishermen were ignorant oafs who knew no better and encouraged their offspring to follow in their footsteps with the females going into the fish factories, I mean, what did you need an education for if that was your aim in life? those same children are now the grandfathers of the uneducated scum that prowl the streets today, everything from the top down is rotten in Hull, to say that there are some good people there is like saying there were some good Nazis in Germany during the second world war.
Other places mentioned like Portsmouth, Rotherham and Middlesborough as being equall to Hull are way off the mark, I spent time in all of those places and can honestly say those people feel sorry for the “hully gullies” but only because they have never been there.
Those who try to defend Hull are the vermin that these posts are aimed at, it is a manky little hovel that the gene pool has forgotten and never likely to revisit, to call that scum retarded is a compliment.

Bradford, West Yorkshire. Population 501,700 (the vast majority of which are chavs, Asian drug dealers and partially disabled alcoholics on benefits). Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be enough words available in the English language to emphasise what a complete and utter f**king shit-hole this place really is.

Apparently Bradford is the sixth largest city in the country, in terms of population, and was nominated for European City of Culture in 2008. Located just a few miles south of Ilkley Moor and the Bronte country, with its apparently diverse culture and industrial heritage, outsiders may be forgiven for thinking that Bradford might be a nice or interesting place to visit. “Why don’t we pop over to Bradford and have a trip to the National Media Museum Marjory?”

Don’t f**king bother!

Bradford is literally hell on earth. The city centre resembles a squalid cess pit, full of monstrous partially demolished 60′s concrete office blocks, Pound shops, amusement arcades, prostitutes, heroin addicts, Eastern European car-jackers, Asian drug dealers, pre-pubescent mums and mad alcoholic tramps having arguments with themselves. It needs to be blown off the face of the earth. There is NOTHING good about Bradford.

Dare to use public transport around the Interchange and you will inevitably get stabbed. Venture a mile or so out of the city centre (if you dare) and things don’t improve one bit. The area of Manningham (famous for some of Britains worst ever riots in 2001) resembles a third-world war zone. Listerhills, with it’s derelict crumbling mills and huge selection of emaciated, smack riddled whores wandering the streets, even in broad day light, is literally a no-go area, whilst Great Horton, Frizinghall and Thornbury offer nothing but row upon row of run-down or boarded up terraced houses, where you’ll struggle to find anybody at all who speaks English. Venture a couple miles North to Shipley and be confronted by a population of uber-chavs who reside on notorious council estates such as Windhill and West Royd. These cider swilling, wizz snorting, tracksuit wearing monsters are truly dangerous people, who will no doubt “kick t’ f**k out o’ yer” if you even glance in their direction. Set eyes on the architectural ogre of Shipley clock tower and you will no doubt require some sort of counselling.

Bradford: A City of Extremes. Extreme violent crime, sexual crime, murder, burglary, drug abuse, unemployment etc. etc.

Apparently Bradford Council is now slashing its workforce by 20% to enable funding of the construction of a huge pond in the city centre. Great work! This will no doubt be full of supermarket trolleys, traffic cones, syringes and dead pissed-up tramps within minutes of opening.

As if Bradford’s reputation hadn’t been tarnished enough over the last 30 years, it now boasts another famous serial killer to bolster further it’s image as the true infected arse-hole of the UK.

Bradford………Avoid it

Knaresborough a calm market town in the heart of yorkshire has now been invaded!

The little scumbags know as chavs like to hangout outside Jacksons next to the bus stop wearing tracksuits, but do not be worried all is not lost, YET as theses are only little chavs who give abuse to passers by and commit minor inconviences but the problem will grow if they are allowed to grow into older chavs.
The majority of older chavs come on night trips from harrogate or starbeck hoping to find 1 small person who they can mug when theres probly a group of 10 of them.

HELP!

Places to avoide in Hull, part one.

When perusing through this wonderful city and it’s surrounding areas, one cannot help but notice what a total dunghole Orchard Park Estate is. Row upon row of badly built, prefab terraced houses and towering flats full of skag heads totally blot the wonderful landscape that is the East Riding of Yorkshire.
Most of the residents of “OPE” are Jeremey Kyle wannabes with teeth like  brazil nuts, they have more tattoos than IQ points and a can of Tennants Super is usually permanently fixed to grubby little yellow fingered hands. The women are dog rough, with badly streaked hair, soverign rings decorating every finger and they have the heady aspirations of one day renting a des res in Kingswood a.k.a. Bransholmewood. And together they can be seen at around 10.30 in the morning pushing a crusty little urchin in a pram with no clothes on and a bottle so filthy it should carry a warning from the department for sanitation around the street like its a status symbol that they have their own council house.

Even the thieving gypsies refuse to set up camp on Brandsholme or Kingswood.

The teens on that estate are either in prison or on Hull Royal maternity ward and there is a definate lack of old age pensioners due to the high rate of muggings, burglaries, bag snatching and granny bashing that goes on.

At least their pitbulls have something to piss against with all the burned out cars and stolen shopping trolleys that little the streets.

However I would recommend that you drive through OPE during the festive season to see the chav splendor of OPE illuminations. All the unemployed, income support scroungers that cannot afford to feed “their bairns” for most of the year, manage to cover their grubby little hovels in hundreds of pounds worth of pulsating fairy lights and tacky, plastic Father Christmas`.

In short: OPE is a smug reminder to those that live in a half decent area how very lucky they are.