Newquay
Once upon a time Newquay was a sleepy fishing village that had some of the best surf spots in the country. That was then now you will find it promoted by ‘The Sun’ as the Ibiza in the UK.
Go mid summer or any bank holiday and you will find a town over run by illiterate morons who are trashed on a concoction of Scrumpy cider and as may illegal substances as their body will hold, slurring obscenities at any member of the opposite sex that crossed their path.
If you can find a space on the beach it is likely to be littered with used condoms and empty McDonalds burger boxes and god forbid you try surfing these legendary waters, again you will be assailed with sewage and joined by thousands of people who cram themselves into the sea only leaving space for a small five year old.
Night time will bring out the lager outs, prostitutes, drug dealers and night club vampires who swarm on the streets on mass and pile into these extortionately priced dens of iniquity they deem to call night clubs.
Newquay was once a place of relaxation, now it’s just a place of desperation where brides and grooms to be gather for their last night of freedom and debauchery.
It says something when the local people leave during the summer.
James
"I do nothing and then I do something. But it's taken years of investigating idleness in all its forms to be able to achieve this. My discipline is borne out of concerted study of idleness."