Basingstoke
This grim, concrete festooned arse wipe of a town was where I grew up in the 70's, an era that taste forgot. It has delights like the appallingy planned satelite estates with names like Winkelbury, Popley and the Berg. These asbestos and paper mache made houses designed to house the London overspill population were filled with the proto-chav parents of the current Jeremy Kyle participating generation.
You could also visit and park in the largest concrete multistorey car park in Europe (at the time)entwined with a shopping centre which boasted 'more shoe shops than Reading!'. This monstrosity of a shopping precinct had wiped out the delightful ancient market town centre in via unmarked envelopes filled grubby backhanders to the certainly corrupt town councilcillors living in the posh untouched pictures box villages that were outside the town. The moniker it aquired was doughnut city on account of its huge number of roundabouts which seemed designed to trap you in its piss stained and shit scented centre. I finally escaped in the mid 80's
and have been back twice both times for funerals and both times not felt the slightest bit nostalgic for the tramps shit filled pants of a town.
length? 12 inches but i don't use it as a rule
(nimrodihnio making gravy for one., Thu 29 Oct 2009, 13:24, Reply)