Let's face it, there aren't many places in the UK that are too much too write home about. If you take out Union St, Plymouth (in the '80's) and parts of Aldershot at closing time, everywheres pretty much the same, it's just the accent that changes. The only place that drops off any graph of reference and is cram-packed full of chip-shovelling grotty c*nts, is just off the M6, north-east of Merseydive.
"On the seventh day, the compo did affect God unduly, and lo did he find a convenient spot to do a shovel recce. He dropped his holy combats and did sh*t out Skelmersdale."
If you ever have the misfortune to be in that neck of the woods, stick on your central locking and have a good blimp at the worlds first human zoo.
No, she's still there mate, but Christmas hasn't been kind. Her knockers are still V-prominent, but she's acquired a bit of a Darby Kelly (belly) in the last two months. Not severely unattractive in a lady, but I reckon she's only a couple of pizzas away from attaining that horrific recent innovation, the fat-back.
You see it, on women, that shouldn't really be wearing hipsters. Without fail, I always get a bit of a judder when I see one, and have to look away.
Might be a good new thread that. Why do fat women insist on wearing revealing clothing?