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Inverness, Scotland

Posted on: October 13th, 2010 by megman2000 92 Comments

Inverness may appear to be a bustling, sophisticated city tucked waaaaaay up north in Scotland, and during the day you might be right but once night falls during the week or more obviously the weekend “Shit get’s real” to use the parlance of the “town eh”. There are 2 destinct types of breed to be found in the city. We will call them Estate dwellers and Cruzers.

Estate Dwellers can be found in the thriving dole communites of Hilton, South Kessock (or the ferry as it’s locally known), Raigmore, Culloden, Smithton. These sparkling examples of social housing are generally the terrain of the locally known and laughed at “Neds”, these interesting species are easily identified as they are suitably attired in Trackies, Fred perry/Nickelson polo kneck tops, gelled spikey hair in the fasion of a recent cancer patient and their destinctive mink accents. Phrases you will most likely here are “Yoou starteeeen eh?”,”faack of eh ya wideo”,”You lookeen at me eh?”,”Im gonna burst ya eh?”,”Here you, cum heere eh, run ta f**k eh”, “Im blazeen eh!” and occasionally solliliquising with “thats a bangeen tunne eh! or the more common “OOOAAAH WHAT A TUUUUUUUUNNNNE!”. The more obesrvant of you will have noticed that each phrase is punctuated with “eh?”. Studies have shown they are unsure of what they are saying to you and are looking to you for guidance. Games you can play with this scum include saying to them “I dont know kind sir if I am indeed looking to engange in lighthearted fisticufs with yourself but it seems to me you approached me wishing to have a square go” this generally prompts a visual response upto and including whisps of smoke from the top of the head, suspected to be caused by a combination of the lack of using the word f**k and constructing a sentance using more than f**k, blazeeen, eh and bangeen tuune eh!.

So onto the areas outlined above. The chances of being mugged,beaten,stabbed,murdered or offered class A’s ranges from the probable to its going to f**king happen, mind you this is all dependant of the time of day, weather it’s dole day and state of inebriation. It has been hypothesised that the cretins of the great shitty of Inverness need to maintain a BAC of 0.4 % at all times less running the risk of realising what a dump you inhabit. The ferry being the worst of these as where else in the world would a woman be in the midst of a savage beating at the hands of her boyfriend when a kindhearted male local steps in to save her then finding himself being told “lay the f**k off my man ya c**t!” before being savaged by the local tag team domestic champs or having a disabled man stabbed in the heart “just cos he was there eh, and i was in a bad mood” and the assailant stood watching as the poor fellow died on the streets while paramedics tried to revive him or finally and most comically at 9am on a Sunday morning would a man walk down the street in a plad shirt just in his boxers and carpet slippers pissed clutching a bottle of half drunk coop whiskey in one hand and a bat with a 6″ construction nail hammerd through it in the other? This den of minks, bucks, wuddys, bifters, Junkies and alchys also plays host to an interesting time paradox known locally as “The ferry Time Warp”.

The ferry or Merkinch as it’s known.

There are many no go areas in the Inverness but paticulary Merkinch or the Ferry as it is fondly known. The Ferry is home to the largest Ned population north of Glasgow. Walking from one side to the other is highly risky and if you are lucky you will be mugged. If you are unlucky chances are you will be raped or stabbed. If you should attempt this journey wearing anything other than Ned clothing you are most likely to be stabbed, raped, mugged and neutered before you even have a chance to scream. In fact the inhabitants of the Ferry are trained from birth to track outsiders so they can shoot, stab, mug, rape and neutor them whilst smoking three fags and drinking a bottle of Buckfast Tonic Wine. The only way into the Ferry from the city centre is over “The Black Bridge” (yes that is its real name, I swear!) then under the railway bridge. If you are on the run from the police then this is your best chance of escape, even the police dare not challenge the people of the Ferry, but a life sentence in prison is a thousand times better than what you will face across that bridge. Merkinch is the “gentler” side of the Ferry. The residents there tend to be more aggressive but full of hollow threats.

All in all….Inverness is rough as boar shite and twice as disgusting.

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Carstairs

Posted on: July 19th, 2010 by manmaschine No Comments

If ever there is a place the muslims could blow themselves up and do some good at the same time is Carstairs, apart from the nut house state hospital, this place is probably the most god forsaken cowpat on the face of the earth, it is a village in 3 parts so not really a town (Lanark is 3 miles away), but nevertheless it is a place that is populated mostly by inbred, drugged up crap that really should be exterminated if only to save on CO2!  You all think your towns are bad, well you should try this little place for size, its got the usual features of senga munters pushing prams with their trainee neds in them, they have them smoking joints by the time they’re 3, they put Buckfast in the feeding bottle, shouldn’t be a problem as it was introvenusly fed during the pregnancy, their first word will probably be ‘f**k’ or ‘c**t’ or possibly even ‘ere you!’, its certainly got neds, crawling with them, even the pensioners are neds in Carstairs, not unusual for a Carstairs OAP incumbant to be wearing a New York Yankees baseball cap instead of a more traditional bunnet and just as lippy as any 16 year old tracksuited lump of shite. The propensity for this abuse being hurled at you is very high, especially if they find out your not ‘fae carstairs’ or karnwoth, because then you are from the outside, you aren’t to be trusted, just one thing in a long line of things where normal logic and rationale do not apply. Most of it is council or ex council ‘we’ve bought wir hoose’ repleate with gaudy plastic mock  bay windows and dazzling white plastic front door on this crap built 1950′s semi with roughcast falling off! There is even the legend of the Buckfast bottle being flung at a bus so hard that it smashed through one window and smashed out of the window at other side, because the neds here are braindead when sober, which is rare, and turn positively neolithic on buckfast coupled with weed, if you ever wondered what it was like to live in prehistoric times with the dawn of man then this must give you a fair idea, there is no way that these people are modern day, 21st century, homosapiens, even people in the congo are of higher intelligence than this shower of neanderthallic troglodytes! So please do yourself a favour, if you ever find yourself in South Lanarkshire, take great care to avoid this prehistoric ned cave, and Biggar just down the road for that matter, the same people with a plummy accent and pretense of intelligence and money.

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SHETLAND/CHAVLAND

Posted on: June 19th, 2010 by shetland sucks 7 Comments

Shetland is the worst place to live as you are not only surrounded by chavs but also nothingness, i wouldnt touch thi island with a 100 mile stick attached to a bio-suit. there is nothingness and chavs, lovely. you will lose you wallet, man hood and dignity do not enter at any costs.

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East Kilbride Scum

Posted on: April 14th, 2010 by EKDUMP

a totally false town backward in everything  most people are country bumpkins have no life therefore talk about , tomatoes, crisps etc, pubs and clubs are appallingly  bad with vile staff that run them, not a friendly place the only good thing is traveling to glasgow, they fight over the most stupid things pubs  involved in violent CRIME LEGENDS BAR  MONTGOMERY STR EAST KILBRIDE PLACE SHOULD BE CLOSED DOWN ,

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Catrine, village of the damned.

Posted on: December 10th, 2009 by truthteller49 3 Comments

A small village near Kilmarnock, – a town which in itself deserves
an article in this web site – Catrine sees itself as an ‘historic mill
town’. This may be true but it is not an accurate description of
the village. Catrine is a ned town (the word ‘ned’, is the Scottish
equivalent of the word ‘chav’).

Situated in East Ayrshire, a county which is home to a
phenomenal number of neds, Catrine is by no means the county
‘ned capital’. All towns in East Ayrshire are choc-a-bloc with
semi-literate, inbred morons.

One of the most salient aspects of Catrine life is dog ownership.
Dogs are a favourite companion of the ned or chav because a
chav’s brain functions in much the same way as a dog’s brain.
Consequently, the entire village and its environs are strewn with
copious quantities of dog shit. Filth which is left for days
and sometimes weeks to be spread and wiped around the local
thoroughfares by the trainer clad, shuffling feet of the
brain-dead villagers. This however, is of no concern or
inconvenience to the locals as most of them have been up to their
knees in shit their entire lives.

Another outstanding facet of the village is its ability to
accumulate enormous quantities of litter. Plastic ‘kerry oot’(off
sales) bags adorn and infest the flora like some strange and ugly

rotting fruit. Half eaten kebabs, empty alcopops containers, beer cans, pizza boxes, pieces of carpet, discarded trainers and baseball caps, everything from rusting fridges and cookers to burned out cars are to be found in all locations.

The remains of a peculiar and utterly revolting local foodstuff may also be found regularly. This brown, gravy-like noxious substance is to be seen
spilling from pale yellow polystyrene containers on almost every
pavement in East Ayrshire. I have been unable to ascertain the
exact nature of this mysterious and odious comestible but
judging by the amount of dog shit covering the village, I suspect
that an enterprising local ned has somehow managed to capitalise
on the excess of excrement. Kebabs or dog crap – the East
Ayrshire palate is surely not one to differentiate.

Catrine is home to a large number of short, ball-shaped angry
looking females who, if not clogging up the inadequate local
transport with their gigantic arses are aimlessly pushing prams
and buggies around the village. These woman invariably wear
expressions of extreme militancy are are not to be approached.
Their sartorial style comprises of over-sized dirty looking
anoraks, the ubiquitous dirty-white trainers and of course, the ill
fitting, pseudo-faded blue jeans which allow generous dollops of
corpulent, pock marked white flesh to spill outwards from their
waistbands. Coiffure is either the ‘council estate face lift’ – a
greasy pony tail or bun tied so tight that it pulls the facial
features into a grimace – or the ‘burst sofa’ effect, A frazzled,
slept-in frizz.

Shabby baseball caps of various colours are perched atop the
vacuous crania of most of the males although the Burberry is still
popular. Like the females, the dirty anorak is worn by the male
ned but is sometimes absent, in which case we are treated to the
spectacle of the football top. Thoughts of football and possibly
cars occupy the remaining brain cells not given over to the areas
of dogs, drink, fighting pointlessly and whining pitifully.

Sometimes, all of Catrine ned’s brain cells can be simultaneously
active, especially on a weekend evening after a ‘wee shmoke and
a bevy’ (small amount of cannabis and some alcohol) resulting in
some spectacular and confusing altercations as the bewildered
neds make their way home from their drinking dens. Innocent
people are often attacked as are, somewhat bizarrely, inanimate
objects such as bus stops and lampposts. These violent rages
would seem to be the result of extreme disorientation as their
tiny brains try to cope with thoughts of dogs, football, cars and
drink all at the same time.

Set as it is amid the once pleasant, rolling, verdant topography of the
Scottish lowlands, the people of Catrine inherited a place of
beauty and peace. Sadly, they have created a place of filth, noise,
greed, violence and ignorance. And truth be told, it’s largely
their own fault.

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