Starter for 10. PETERBOROUGH. It's 0243 and I'm home. I left the club we were in at about 0130 and spent ages lookng far a taxi who would actually take me anywhere near home ("dare troeing stonz innit brah" seems to be the excuse, whatever that means.) Judging by the state of my typing, I'm not too pissed either, that'll be the £3 a 4X! I skipped the kebab, i figured it wans't worth 5 or £6 and a fight with a pack of the local chav animals that roam the street. Has anyone else been anywhere quite as gash as "P'town" as the apparent cool kids are calling it these days, lately? I doubt it. What an utterly rancid and pathetic excuse for a "city". I'd prefer a night out in Dresden circa 1944/5.