Thursday. Angel has finally got some money. I have been shopping, picking up my shoes from work and spending £2.60 to town and back *mutter, mutter, grumble*. Nice day outside though, a little cool around the ears but with ears like mine it is understandable. Lol. Actually, they say that when you are fully grown just your ears and nose carry on growing. If they grew at 0.5mm a year then by the time I am 80 my ears are going be a good 4cm longer.!! Saves buying a Sky dish I suppose.!

It is referer review time again. Firstly the rather worrying phrase “mum fucking boys porn” which must be someone logging in from Bridgwater.! “Polish slags for sex” well lets face it, while all their husbands are driving Weston’s buses they might as well do something. It is annoying when you have to say the word Axbridge three times for them to actually understand you though. Foreigners. Bastards. Next up we have “Yeovil girl stripping” which doesn’t specify her stripping or if she is doing a little decorating. Oh and Jamie Oliver may have a new book out, maybe him cooking wearing only a lot of Argos jewellry and a burberry cap… the phrase in question.? “the naked chav”. Classy.

I was having a thought last night (yes I know it doesn’t happen often, and when it does it usually contains pornographic scenes or Delia Smith (never at the same time)).! Weston-super-Mare. What on earth is there to do here.?? If you are staying for the week on holiday, then what on earth are you going to do to entertain yourself.?? Ok, there is the beach, but if it is too cold then what.? Shopping.? Great if you want to buy a birthday card, mobile phone or something charity shop housed. You could visit the pier (until you have no money left of course). The cinema.? Why go on holiday to go to the cinema.?? Mr B’s.? Nope, now two bad wine bars. The Old Pier.? Tropicana.? Knightstone.? Don’t make me fucking laugh.!

Ultimately I want this page to appear as high up google as possible so that when people read about Weston-super-Mare they realise there is simply no point in coming here as a tourist any more. Yes there are old buildings to look at, but nothing earth shattering, plus with the college and that great ugly mess of a building next to the Grand Atlantic the sky line of Weston-super-Mare looks like some guy has dropped his giant lego bricks on the seafront.

To correct all this what are the c”unt”cil doing.? Building a fucking carrot of glass. That will help the tourist industry. What about a bus station so people can wait in the warm and dry for one of Firstbus’s ageing Volvo buses to arrive to take them away from this hell hole. If the bloody things turn up and you can afford the fares which are simply extortionate at best and fucking ridiculous at worst.!!! Oh and good luck with the Poles driving them too.!

So to conclude… DON’T COME TO WESTON-SUPER-MARE. It is not worth the money. Even if they pay you to visit. Your kids will be bored shitless and you will end up in my shop with them screaming while I stand behind the counter ignoring you and taking the piss.

Go to Skegness instead. Or Basingstoke. I don’t care. Weston-super-Mare is the drug infested asshole of the country.

*breathes*

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