Post by Death Emperor on May 26, 2005 21:17:27 GMT
I found this whilst looking for bus timetables for the lazer tag trip!! Its a report of wisbech from some pompass bum hole im guessing
"Where to begin...Wisbech is in the unique position of having three different Chavistic influences combining to produce a rich multicultural thingytail of awfulness. The indigenous lowlife are spectacular enough, but add to the mix a strong traveller/gypsy influence and a recent influx of Chavskis from E. Europe, and the result is breathtaking
There is a Golden Triangle which starts at the 'Bus Station and the Horsefair car park where, on sunny days, the Chavs on the top deck can be seen gobbing down on the cars queuing below. From there it's only a beer-can's throw to Argos and Burtons. Walk lovingly and lingeringly past the crap card shops and Weigh n'Save and you're in the Market Place, with its crowning glory of exclusive retail outlets - QD, more charity shops than you can shake a white stick at, and the only surviving Pound shop in town. Truth is, the original PoundStretcher was forced to close as it was considered far too upmarket for local tastes.
Cut back now, and head for the 'Bus Station, pausing only to be abused by the Kevs and Duanes lurching in and out of the Horsefair Tavern. If time, and personal hygeine are no object, take a short detour oppositr Boots, and walk under the archway to the truly vile Burger and Chips hatch. If you are in funds you might like to step daintily through the discarded chips and vomit splashes and reserve a table at Wisbech's Michelin rated KFC.
So, back under the delicate nouveau-rococo tracery of the 'Bus Staion colonnade, the late afternoon sun glints on the Elizabeth Duke tat in the Argos window, and the lengthening shadows criss-cross the mosaic of fog-ends and fast-food wrappers. Against the dulcet soundtrack of Charlenes and Traceys gibbering in Fen Chavspeak as they wait for the bus home to Walsoken, the distant counterpoint of a super-hatch sound system takes us gently into that good night from which there is no return."
"Where to begin...Wisbech is in the unique position of having three different Chavistic influences combining to produce a rich multicultural thingytail of awfulness. The indigenous lowlife are spectacular enough, but add to the mix a strong traveller/gypsy influence and a recent influx of Chavskis from E. Europe, and the result is breathtaking
There is a Golden Triangle which starts at the 'Bus Station and the Horsefair car park where, on sunny days, the Chavs on the top deck can be seen gobbing down on the cars queuing below. From there it's only a beer-can's throw to Argos and Burtons. Walk lovingly and lingeringly past the crap card shops and Weigh n'Save and you're in the Market Place, with its crowning glory of exclusive retail outlets - QD, more charity shops than you can shake a white stick at, and the only surviving Pound shop in town. Truth is, the original PoundStretcher was forced to close as it was considered far too upmarket for local tastes.
Cut back now, and head for the 'Bus Station, pausing only to be abused by the Kevs and Duanes lurching in and out of the Horsefair Tavern. If time, and personal hygeine are no object, take a short detour oppositr Boots, and walk under the archway to the truly vile Burger and Chips hatch. If you are in funds you might like to step daintily through the discarded chips and vomit splashes and reserve a table at Wisbech's Michelin rated KFC.
So, back under the delicate nouveau-rococo tracery of the 'Bus Staion colonnade, the late afternoon sun glints on the Elizabeth Duke tat in the Argos window, and the lengthening shadows criss-cross the mosaic of fog-ends and fast-food wrappers. Against the dulcet soundtrack of Charlenes and Traceys gibbering in Fen Chavspeak as they wait for the bus home to Walsoken, the distant counterpoint of a super-hatch sound system takes us gently into that good night from which there is no return."
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