Brierley Hill is epicentre of dole life where shell suite clad obese women of the night parade their back and bum cleavave whilest swapping their milk tokens for weed & amber leaf tobacco.

When not dressed in tracksuits the local female populace favour bras 3 cups too small peeping out of fat oozing boob tubes and denim miniskirts

Barneys playbarn is the local drop in centre for anyone active enough to leave their ps3 alone for 1/2 an hour.

Overcrowding and inbreeding is prevelant where threesomes with your cousin is the norm.

The Wannabe Chav element (they are not even fully fledged chavs) flock here like ants around jam, whence they proceed to revel in their own s**t while decorating their overgrown gardens with dirty nappies.

Jeremy Kyle could not afford to run a programme here as the DNA test list of perspective fathers for the ADHD aflicted, ritilin dosed brood is just too widespread often venturing as far as Pensnett.

The local diet consist of iceland pasties, deep fried nuggets and on dole day Mcdonnalds happy meals all washed down with Frosty Jack cider or panda pop for the kiddies.

90% of these people will live and die within a quarter of a mile of where they were born.

This towns local cash in hand jobs consists of paper rounds, drug running or standing on street corners (right next to the police station)

The queue outside the Venerial Disease clinic to rid yourself of custard D**k is only just shorter than the post office queue on pension day

Where if you have nt Sh****D your mates missus it means there must be a viagra shortage.

Untaxed, uninsured shag vans carrying matresses are the least of your worries here as none of the drivers of them actually possess a driving licence.

On summary, any decent person posessing any moral substance should stay the F**k away or risk horrific flashbacks of this downtrodden community.

Tipton is a s**t-heap, one with no character whatsoever.

The reasons for this? Long ago the town was infested by a repulsive, violent and immature Chav element with no aspirations in life other than to cause suffering. The Chav element flock here like ants around jam, whence they proceed to revel in their own s**t and despite the fact that outside of their domain (their unkempt scalp), nobody really gives a s**t.

Beyond this you have a working class population with a lower-class mindset, one that oddly prides itself on working some of the longest, most anti-social hours in Europe for often pitiful wages. We’re talking about the kind of people who are offended by strange things like cleanliness, shirts and ties.. eating out. You get my drift? Culture isn’t high on the agenda here.

Finally you have certain demographics insisting on having lots children, preferably male. With such limited (and expensive) resources, you don’t stand a chance in hell of getting any semblance of normality here. If you so much as get a one-bedroom flat you can consider yourself lucky, that is, until you meet your neighbours. Noise, dirt and voilence is common, not to mention surly attitudes should you notice these things (how bizzare).

The rest of us just get out of this heap as fast as they can – and stay out.

So overall this place has been a dumping ground for society’s problems for years.

Seldom will you ever see Tipton make the headlines but forsomething notorious, or sickening (such as the Tipton Taliban controversy). Folks, this is not England anymore. Not here. The world moves on and Tipton just lays there in its fail, like a dog rolling in its own s**t. Avoid this place unless you want to become a Chav or an economic slave, it does not welcome decent people and day by day it will claw away at their aspirations like a cancer, the council happily putting a plaster over the wound because well, it keeps people in their place. Dirty, over-crowded, expensive and voilent. About as cultured as a west fart – avoid.

By: Jillco