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Yes this truly is a great description of the wonderful place Monkey_man and myself and probaby one or 2 more of you live in.
"Gawd bless ya, Harlow, me old son! I'm going straight from now on!"
If you haven't been to Harlow then read this it will explain what your missing.
please note there is some swearing on the site
> Brockles Mead
I was reading the thing posted in the original thread and the author said that this area was often nicknamed "The Bronx"
Oh dear.
Imagine a semi-circle, split into two levels. The top level is a crescent, fair enough. But the lower level is a car-park with alleys coming off like arms. Down these alleys are houses with no windows on the front, just brick alleyways with doors and the looming dark subterranean car-park at one end.
And 9 houses have "Support your Essex Outlaws" stickers on the doors, with pictures of a hand holding a smoking gun facing you.
It's quite possibly the dirtiest, foulest estate I've ever seen. And if you're lucky enough to not step in pittbull excrement down these alleyways with no windows, chances are you'll stand on a needle.
Vile
> I'd like to gather up my friends and family and napalm this shitpit
> from orbit, using an M16 for any cockroach lucky enough to crawl out
> afterwards
Think you've been playing too much Mercenaries...
Yeah, typical Harlow thinking. Knock down the college that Mark Knoppfler went to, then build a spaccer-housing ...thing (what the hell is it, it's like a circle of plastic flats with security fencing around it - Big Brother house?) in it's place. Same thing is happening to the field along the main road from the town. It's got 3 football pitches on it, where I spent many a Summer playing football and flying kites. Now they're building a sports centre on it. Idiots. Luckily the construction route feeds from the town all the way down to the train station, so any possible thought of escaping by car or rail has been eradicated. Nice one.
In the vast majority of crappy towns (like Cheshunt where I gew up), there is nowhere for teenagers to go except townie pubs to get bottled, the kebab shop or the park to get wasted.
We used to dream of somewhere like the Square where you could actually hang out without being hassled by townies. And hear actual live music that wasn't a karaoke night full of drunk housewives wearing Kappa tracksuits.
Admittedly, Harlow generally is a hellhole I'd rather never set foot in again, but at least it's got something that sets it apart from most of the places on the ChavTown list.
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