Worst place you have ever lived?

cheesyboy said:
Yes, that's the origin, but that's still a different usage isn't it. Adjective vs noun. Basic stuff, here.

A single roll is called a Batch in Cov, whereas elsewhere it might be a batch of rolls. Batch in Cov means the roll, elsewhere it means it's baked in a set of other rolls
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You'll literally argue about anything won't you, I was seeing how many replies I could get out of you over a roll. :D
 
Coventry University Halls
Had some music students on the floor above me... Oh that was lovely.

Although the place itself wasn't dreadful, (*cough* 20ish years ago), it still wasn't anywhere I'd really consider going back to. There was a great record shop though. Spin-A-Disc Records. Long gone now. :( Oh, and the transport museum was excellent. Thrust 2 and Thrust SSC are in residence, since the City centre revamp, it's apparently even better.
 
Flibster said:
Coventry University Halls
Had some music students on the floor above me... Oh that was lovely.

Although the place itself wasn't dreadful, (*cough* 20ish years ago), it still wasn't anywhere I'd really consider going back to. There was a great record shop though. Spin-A-Disc Records. Long gone now. :( Oh, and the transport museum was excellent. Thrust 2 and Thrust SSC are in residence, since the City centre revamp, it's apparently even better.
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I went in February time to the transport museum, really enjoyed it. Did not even know it was there until recently
 
Sui said:
Shelton, Stoke.

Don't.
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and yet it was lovely back in the 60s when I was a child.
About 4 years ago a workmate married a bloke from Shelton and they moved in to his terraced house.
She hated it and begged him to live somewhere else which they did because she was always frightened by the druggies going up and down the street.
What she didn't realise was her husband was one of the main dealers and he ended up doing 6 years and he's just come out, what a great marriage she's had.

Anyway, my worst was Port Harcourt Nigeria, great on the Compound but not so good outside.
 
That's a easy one for me. It was my second home with my ex-wife. I was working for the biggest fishing fleet owner in the South West in Newlyn, Cornwall and we were living in a Maisonette overlooking the harbour. Lovely place and a lovely view but the rent was £50 a week which was a huge chunk of my pay back in 1987 so we were looking for somewhere cheaper. My boss also had a lot of houses and flats and a house became available so we jumped on it. As he mainly let to employees of the firm he knew what people could afford and the rent was only £27.50 a week for a two bedroom end of terrace house. It was a good size with a decent size living room and almost as large dining room. Both bedrooms were big and so was the bathroom. The downside was a small rear yard and tiny front garden but that was ok as I was working anything up to 20 hours a day in the summer months and anything from 10-16 hours a day the other seasons. The warning signs were all there as the upstairs ceilings were covered in black mould but being young and inexperienced in these matters we believed him when he said it was due to condesation. Before decorating we bleached the ceilings and then painted them. The house was looking very nice. When winter came things went downhill fast. When it rained water ran freely down our bedroom walls and the black mould returned quickly. Dad brought a step ladder down so we could have a look in the loft. The roof was shot and we could see daylight through it and the wall next to the chimney stack. We were extremely worried now as we had a child on the way so I spoke to my boss about it. He was adamant that it wasn't a problem and did nothing about it. We then contacted the council's health inspector department (can't remember the proper name now) who booked a day to come and have a inspection. The day of the inspection came and the officer turned up and one of the first things he said was that he was good friends with my boss and that he couldn't see him letting any of his tenants living in poor quality housing. I knew right then that nothing was going to be done and sure enough he wouldn't believe a word we said. He wouldn't even have a look in the loft and said that the mould was due to us not having the windows open. We lived in that house for another year but by now we had our first son so something drastic needed to be done.

The job was a dead end job and the fishing industry was in a downward spiral so enough was enough and I took drastic action which actually turned out to be one of the best moves I was ever to make. I joined the RAF!! As I settled into RAF life my career took off and I really enjoyed it. It made me the person I am today and I am positive that if I didn't take this step that I would still be in dead end jobs back home. On the other hand I may not have a knackered spine and be in consistant pain but that's another story. Forces married quarters get quite a bit of bad press but I don't know if it's really justified or if we were just lucky. We lived in 13 different married quarters, both houses and flats (the flats x2 were in Germany along with a huge house) and while a couple were quite old and in need of modernising there was nothing massively wrong with them and one of them was even modernised while we lived in it. On the whole they were very nice houses and even the flats in Germany were a big size with outside balconies. I never had any horror houses while in the RAF but we did get a posting that we were unhappy at and that was RAF Marham in Norfolk. Don't get me wrong, Norfolk is a lovely area but it took forever to get home to see family from there and unfortunately it turned out to be my longest posting at 3.5 years. All that is history now and I am probably here in Aberlour, NE Scotland for the rest of my days unless some miracle happens and I can afford a house back home in Cornwall.
 
could be one of two places for me.. a damp, small house in Coventry whist a student in 94/95 which only had one good point.. the bloke next door was having an affair with the woman across the road some great arguments heard through the walls between him and his wife or a really bad area in Managua where we could not go out in the evening as it was too dangerous.

At least Managua made better with cheap rum and beer and was fixed by moving to Leon which is an amazing city
 
Late 80s living in a squat on the 14th floor in Hackney Wick in one of these



Whole estate was a police no go area, the local pub was the Queen Vic, all the windows were sealed up to stop people throwing themselves off, we had one chair each in the lounge and a mattress on the floor in the bedrooms and that was it furniture wise and I used live out of my suitcase.


But it was free rent and close to London and I worked in public relations for London Underground so had a free all zone pass for travel and it took me another 20 years before I ever had as much disposal income again after I moved back up North.

Second worst place I lived was Lenton Boulevard in Nottingham in the late 80s/early 90s. I think that year that area was the murder capital of the UK.

My next door neighbour was the guy who cut up his girlfriend and buried her under the floorboards if anybody remembers that? His gf was from Oxford. The night before he did it I had been out to a local pub gig and drinking with him. Seemed a nice chap.

The local video shop was the local fence/drug dealer/snuff movie/pedo porn - you name it they were into it. Anything you wanted he could get in a couple of days for you.

End of the street was the red light district and full of prostitutes and punters every night. Also along the street was the local rasta community and they were the local dealers for weed for the entire county i think looking at the amount of people who would go there to do drug deals. Random shooting and stabbings went on all the time.

One night local man was murdered in the local chippy cause he told two kids off for trying to jump the queue. They waited for him outside and battered his head in with a gate post they had pulled up from next doors drive.
 
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moon man said:
A place in west Yorkshire, near dewsbury Moor, had a phyco alcoholic woman at one side and her brain dead husband who would park infront of our drive just to get a reaction, the woman at the other side would blast her music all night and worse.
On the plus side we had normality some years. and walked off with 100k cash shortly (as in years not decades) after buying
Boomrer strikes again, don't be bitter guys
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Mine was Dewsbury too. I lived opposite the train station. Nice small flat but horrible town! Had cars being broken into right outside my window. I phoned the police, they came and then asked me to drive round with them to look for the perps! :O
 
SexyGreyFox said:
I'm going to be the first - could he get a Mac10 in 3 minutes :)
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:D:D:D:D:D no not even he was that good. You would have to give him a couple of days probably ;).

I was in there once when a kid brought in a bin bag of car stereos and VCR (clearly all nicked) and he paid about £50 for the whole bag. He used to sell the car stereos for £50 each and the VCR for £100 so it was well profitable. And stuff was stolen to order. You wanted a particular model of Blaupunkt stereo? A couple of days later he would have one for you.

I dread to think what was on some of the dodgy videos. Saw an oriental guy come in and pay £50 for the "special order" tape he had got in for the guy, This was late 80s so that was a lot of money.
 
Peckham SE15 in the 80/90s

Technically it didn't phase me too much cos I was a kid but it was common to play with broken glass And rats on my Nans estate.

My aunt lived on North Peckham which was a Warren of drugs and concrete.

I only got mugged once for 20p..at knifepoint. Happy days!!!

Place has changed a lot now but I can still sense "danger" lol
 
UTmaniac said:
Before settling in Southampton following on from my uni days in the early 90s, as a nipper we moved heck of a lot in the 70s and 80s. I've not been to either place since ~1985, so they will have changed heck over the past ~35+ years, but for me it's a toss-up between Prestwich and Simister. Tuelle Court in Prestwich, where we lived with my nan for a while, apparently became an horrendous drug den and was demolished around 2000.

Having said that, there are parts of Southampton I really dislike and while we've rented in a realtively nice part (old Bitterne village) for ~15 years, there are very few flats we can afford to get on the housing ladder with around the city that aren't in areas I'm not very keen on living.

In these modern days of internet, I'd quite happily live somewhere semi-rural like the outskirts of Warminster or Prestatyn, with lovely hilly road cycling right on my doorstep and ~1 mile to reach civilisation including the supermarket.
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Ha, Prestwich is one of the more expensive and trendy parts of Manchester to live in now and lots of Simister is very expensive as its pretty much classed as rural for Manchester nowadays!

I find it hilarious as I grew up nearby and spent a lot of my youth in both places and there are certainly some bad parts.

I think I'm lucky that I grew up in a pretty deprived area so everything since doesn't seem too bad. I've lived in rubbish areas but I've always been lucky enough to have found a quiet street or the slightly better parts of an area.

I did love it at Uni as I was one of the few locals who went to Manchester Uni and speaking to people who'd come there from more middle class areas, you'd think it was Syria or something.
 
Hendon as an undergraduate. Not because it was dangerous, but because it was the most tired, grey, boring and inactive area of London I had lived in. Architecturally it was stuck in the 1960s and seemed to have no desire to progress. It is heavily Jewish so nobody goes anywhere in the evenings - on Friday nights especially the streets were dead because everyone was indoors for Shabbat. What made it worse was that I was living with two ex-girlfriends and arguments and misunderstandings within the house were commonplace. I don't think I have one good memory of the place apart from laughing at how horrible it was with the one remaning flatmate who I got on with. I would actively avoid going home every day.

Years later I ended up landing a job in Hendon, which meant I had to get the bus there and back from my lovely flat in Totteridge & Whetstone to this area which I detested and which I had hoped I would never see again. It was little surprise that when I went back there after several years nothing had changed. When the bus used to cross from N3 into NW4 over the A1 my heart used to sink every single time. When the company offered to extend my contract I refused.
 
Stockland Green (the bit just north of Spaghetti Junction) in Birmingham when I was a student. Very cheap, but very dodgy. Plenty of gang fights, the odd murder and rape, lots of burgarly and car nicking (including mine).

Got woken up at 6am once by the police smashing down the door of the drug den next door, then knocking on our door asking where they were (they'd scarpered the week before, clearly expecting the raid). The good thing about being students was we were more anti social with music and drinking than the drug den next door.
 
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