Watford
04 August 2005
Any historical elements have been gutted and replaced with the usual nightmare shit scenario:
Theme pubs - full of angry young fools who can’t take their (overpriced/watered down)drink.
Retail Parks - where you can’t ever park.
A’fortress’ style shopping centre.
A ring road with three manic one-way lanes which reveal prime Watford architecture along the way, including a really vile 1960s Social Security building, a Derby & Joan Club concrete hut, a YMCA tower block which monopolises the skyline and a car park that puts Mr Whippy to shame!
Having spent my youth in Royal Tunbridge Wells - where life is one great big ‘Mr Darcy’ Regency trip, it comes as an extremely hard ‘cross to bear’ to end up in such a place so totally devoid of culture.
Is there some conspiracy to homogenise the country (whole of the ‘western’ world) so that in the end we haven’t got a fucking clue where we are?
I am saving up to move back to Tunbridge Wells
Nikki Steele











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