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The 'Family Bar' on the pier. Fuck knows what the unfamily one is like.
Admittedly the town centre is a bit of a dump, but it has started to improve. It certainly no worse than some other towns
I think it suffers a bit from being so close to Newcastle, they are effectively one town with Gateshead being the less desirable bit
Admittedly the town centre is a bit of a dump, but it has started to improve. It certainly no worse than some other towns
I think it suffers a bit from being so close to Newcastle, they are effectively one town with Gateshead being the less desirable bit
Burnley is what everyone in the South imagines the whole of the North is like. A vile backwater that makes Deliverance look futuristic.
Sounds like Stockport/Manchester.
Surprisingly, Middlesbrough isn't on the long list of crap towns this year, which clearly must an error on their part as it is far worse than my home town.
That crap towns thing is bullshit. I don't believe Middlesbrough can go from #2 or whatever it was, to not even in the top 100, despite the fact that the place gets worse all the time. It's obviously just a way of getting more people interested. And having London at #1 is a joke.
I did have to laugh at the blog entry for Burnley though (sorry Burnley residents!). This is it in its entirety:
I've just read the list it seems a bit strange, Sunderland doesn't feature but York does
I've just read the list it seems a bit strange, Sunderland doesn't feature but York does
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It's a load of rubbish (obviously).
Too late, I've seen itBetter not tell Shirl about that description!
Probably partly due to the tourists in York making it crap. Tourism is, of course, something entirely alien to Sunderland, and isn't even in their dictionary.
York
‘You’ve lived here ten years,’ says my wife (or ‘the’ wife as she’s known in these parts). ‘How can you possibly say anything negative about York?’
The daffodils bloom brightly beneath the sweeping city walls and there are enough old buildings to keep a coachful of Americans snapping and flashing like a Hollywood premier, blocking the pavement whilst you try to nip to HMV during your lunch break.
When it’s sunny – which it sometimes is – it’s a glory to behold. But if you want to live in a postcard, choose one of those Donald McGill creations bulging with saucy innuendo or a nice beach scene replete with golden sands and trembling palms.
York has museums galore, places of interest and many impractically narrow snickleways. Jorvick celebrates the blood-curdling brutality of the Vikings but never shows them with horns on their hats, slapping the faces of schoolboys across the globe and, particularly, the aforementioned American tourists who have, after all, come a long way and have no interest in historical accuracy. Other museums also dance on the knife edge of credibility: a Quilt Museum which makes no attempt to explain the meaning of the word ‘tog’ and a Museum of Early Music which makes no attempt to explain the meaning of Chris Moyles.
And then, if you have time, it’s off to the tourist attraction where Guy Fawkes was probably born; the tourist attraction where W H Auden may have written some poems; and the tourist attraction where Judy Dench may have eaten a sandwich.
In short, the whole region has succumbed to a cheesiness that puts the wen in Wensleydale. But, when asked if it isn’t all a bit touristy, the average Yorkie will doubtless answer: ‘Nowt!’
This inability to give a coherent response is quaint but they are a hardy breed defined by their razor-sharp bluntness and a pathological determination to call a spade a spade. An invaluable skill, perhaps, when your ancestors spent their working life underground foraging for lumps of coal, but less of an evolutionary advantage when it comes to maintaining the social interaction required to keep the lights on and the fluoridated water flowing.
And it’s not very polite.
They are friendly, of course, (to each other) and – like the rest of their northern kin, doing all the work so that we southerners don’t have to.
But the main appeal of York – well, to this southerner – was the property prices. After all, you can buy half the Shambles for the price of a modest two-up-two-down in the south. But beware! Once you’re here all the treasures in York Minster aren’t enough to buy an empty box of Swan Vestas in Godalming.
And then what can you do to go home?
Nowt!
There's the glass museum and winter gardens and that's about itProbably partly due to the tourists in York making it crap. Tourism is, of course, something entirely alien to Sunderland, and isn't even in their dictionary.
There's the glass museum and winter gardens and that's about it
There's the glass museum and winter gardens and that's about it
Roker Park My great grandma used to live near there, so I went a few times when I was younger. Looks like it's still going:The only time I've been to Sunderland was when we went to the illuminations and that park on the front. We got our car nicked
I met and spent a bit of time with Country Joe and the Fish in Sunderland. I'd need to check to be sure but I think it was the day after the moon landingThere's the glass museum and winter gardens and that's about it
Roker Park My great grandma used to live near there, so I went a few times when I was younger. Looks like it's still going:
http://www.sunderlandecho.com/news/...-return-of-sunderland-illuminations-1-4974998
I think they are trying to compete with Durham Lumiere
http://www.lumiere-festival.com/durham/
Why isn't there anything like that in Manchester?Seem to be all over the North these days. The weekend just gone was Light Night Leeds and there's Huddersfield Festival of Light in December.
So much for dark and grim North. It's a veritable light-fest oop 'ere
Why isn't there anything like that in Manchester?
* stamps feet *
Surprisingly, Middlesbrough isn't on the long list of crap towns this year, which clearly must an error on their part as it is far worse than my home town.
its completely unfixable...even if you levelled it and started again itd still be a poisoned earth place where chubby brown comes from . My one overriding memory of the place..first thing thats in my head when the words mentioned is a broken white plastic vibrator lying in the street, that i saw one day when hungover . And kids on little bikes laughing at it. They were about 8 and knew what it was .