The High Street

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The high street is a cunt.

We are in a transition period at the moment. I am old enough to remember when you had independent shops and it was pleasant to walk down the high street. What have we got now on most high streets in any major city? A bookies every 70 yards, fucking Poundland, some weird clothes shop that I don’t know who the fuck shops in, a charity shop, 6 Halal chicken and kebab shops, 4 Halal butchers, Tarquin and Jemima’s pop up art shop which is full of shit and shuts down after a month and of course the Polski Sklep or Polish shop where you find many special offer. What a piece of fucking cunt.

Nominated by: Black and White Cunt

22 thoughts on “The High Street

  1. Sadly B&WC we have become poundland, everything is targeted at the lowest common denominator. The principals and ideals that were once the aim are now frowned upon. The race to the bottom is on and we are embracing all the characteristics of 3rd world shite holes like they are a utopian dream.

    • Free porn destroyed the market, lingerie shops usually now doubles as a sex shop more or less… if you need the kind of thing you filthy fucker I wouldn’t know JK 🙂

      • What gives dio I can’t smiley face 🙂 did you disable smiley face emoticons? what sick type of communism is this?! did the russian hackers do this?

      • But you did do a smiley face, twice, we all saw you do it!!

        Who the fuck are you, Hilary Clinton?

      • Well thats weird I can’t see it before I could all I see is a this _ line Sorry for accusing you of being russian hackers

  2. Councils have played their part in the abolition of the High St.
    The threat of being clamped or towed away if you stop for a second. Fines for such, falling through the letter box as a big brother camera snapped you for stopping for two minutes and daring to contribute to the High St economy.
    Premises with sky high rates that only subsided charities can take on.
    Edge of town supermarkets giving old school traders zero chance of success with football pitch sized free parking.
    I’ve never been in a Morrisons but apparently they have an area sectioned off called “market street” that supposedly has this vibe about it.
    If ever there was industry to put an end to the High St or the market it’s these cunts…

    • You don’t want want to go to Morrisons. Well not my local anyhow, the ‘fresh fish’ counter smells worse than my bait bucket if I’ve not washed it for a month… There’s only two things that smell of fish… Cunts.

  3. My local town has been ruined in the last ten years. Bookies, phone shops, Poundland where the mighty Woolworths used to be, and what shops are left are mostly charity shops, tattoo parlours, Turkish barbers, and the odd vaping hole chucked in for good measure. And, to complete the benefits theme park feel, a brighthouse, and a cash converters. A lot of retail space has been demolished, and replaced with flats, even Tesco fucked off after a forty year presence. I know that internet shopping can be blamed for some of the decline, but it was on it’s way before that.

    • Same goes for Manchester, Gutstick…. Our legendary Woolies became a fruit machine place, the big HMV became a Poundland, and the famous Lewis’s on Market Street is now the chav mecca that is Primark… The Arndale Centre once had all kinds of great and independent shops (even after those Irish cunts attempted to flatten it in 1996!)… But now it’s either corporate cack masquerading as food and drink cunts (Starbucks, Costa Coffee, crappy ‘brand name’ Sushi bars, Krispy Kreme, MuckDonald’s), just plain corporate cunts (Lego, Superdry Shite, Apple etc), E-Cig dumps, or Poundland/world/universe full of the (cough) ‘cream’ (as in creamy turd) of Eastern Europe… Affleck’s still stands, but that’s full of extortionate crap aimed at more money than sense student cunts and you need an experienced jungle tracker to find a decent British chippy in Manchester City Centre these days (it’s all kebabs and those chicken places)…. And don’t get me started on the soulless, Albert Speer-like shithole that is now Piccadilly Gardens…

      • Me too, B&WC. You used to be able to get all sorts of stuff in Woolies and dead cheap too. I remember trying to get hold of a limited edition white coloured 12″ single back in ’85. Everywhere was sold out and nowhere could order it because it was a limited edition. Depressed and defeated I wandered into Woolies and there in the rack was about 4 of the buggers! Deep joy. Was very sad to see its demise.

      • I used to love mosying around the Arndale back in the day. Used to hit all the record shops plus the independent ones in and around that area too. Happy days. I’d hate to see what’s happened to it now.

    • Is your local town creepy Crawley by chance? If not it sounds like it, I bet you’ve got them cunt fucking big issue wankers from Romania going”hello big boss, jew van’na big shoe”? And poxy fucking coffee shops!!! They are beginning to fucking piss me off! There must be at least 7 in the town centre at the moment….. No hang on make that 8 I forgot about the one in the book shop….the rise of the coffee shop coincides with the smoking ban and the influx of foreign cunts that don’t participate in going down the pub like what proper cunts do!!!!!!!

  4. Supermarkets have helped kill off the High Street, I remember the green grocers, and the butchers etc where you went and bought from different stores. Nowadays were all so busy apparently and we don’t have time to take our time shopping. So you now end up with all these shit and soulless edge of town shopping retail parks or whatever the fuck they are called, you get Next, Pets at Home, Burger King, and of course a Tesco. These places have or are killing off the traditional local high street as well, they offer no interaction with other people and are one part of many things which are killing community spirit. So some might tell me to fuck off and live in a Village, but the problem with that is everyone knows everyone and their fathers are also there cousin’s. You can’t fucking win can you.

  5. The small town I live near has been changed almost beyond recognition since I was a child. The Woolworths is now a cheapo store. That’s not actually a bad thing, because it sells name brand stuff cheaper than the likes of Asda and Morrisons, which are both within walking distance. The local Wilko that we have, which was brilliant because it sells the Adidas shampoo/shower gel that I use, and Asda and Morrisons don’t, is closing in February, and nobody knows why because it’s a popular store. There are so many muslim owned takeaways, you can almost hear the prayers said over the halal chicken, the turkey they try to pass off as ham on their Hawaiian pizzas.

    The branch of Greggs we have is shite, because they never have the pasties I want, no matter what I time I go in. And it’s pot luck whether any fucker will have gone to the bank to get change for the tills. What used to be a busy outside market of around 100 stalls has been cut by about half to create an open space for ‘performances’. This was done about two/three years ago, and I’ve yet to see any kind of performance put on by the council. Unless you count the punch up between two Romanian Big Issue sellers a couple of weeks ago. And our local MP Jonathan Reynolds, thinks our new, decimated, outdoor market is ‘splendid’. Though I’ll be surprised if he’s actually fucking seen it. Considering he took over from James Purnell, who had a fetish for photoshopping himself into to photographs of events he didn’t attend, I’ll be surprised if Reynolds has actually seen it.

    It not just that town either. It seems the Borough of Tameside has decided to fuck all the towns within its borders, except for the main one, Ashton-Under-Lyne. That gets more money spent on it than anything. We still have the Boots chemist, though fuck knows for how long that will last. Come to think of it, we’re doing ok for chemists. If you include the pharmacy in Asda, we have about six in the town. Including one that sits in what used to be Harold Shipman’s practice.

  6. Well , pardon my presumption ,but the Cuntish nature of most British high streets is not in fact down to Poundland et al, but in fact the Great British Yob, as seen on Kyle ( Latin: Vermin Needius Social ) Usually seen clad in Sports Direct winter catalogues discount offers. On a tactical level they tend to hunt in packs. This can be disconcerting if your a decent member of the public but does have the advantage that 1) They make a good artillery target and 2) If you were psychotic you could stab all of the sad Cunts before they react. Allegedly.

  7. Ilkeston. In the 70’s is was a buzzing place with a big Co-Op department store, Woolies, many independent shoe/clothes/drapery shops, cafes, pubs, a popular cinema and a brilliant market two days a week.

    Now completely fucked.

    • Bit like Mansfield.
      Now has the appearance of an outer suburb of Pyongyang. Built when Concrete as a fashion statement still seemed like a plan.
      Lifes way of telling you that the Foreign Legion is indeed a worthwhile career option….

  8. There’s not so much of a ‘high street’ scene over here in Yankland. Certainly not in any of the places I’ve lived. Smaller towns perhaps, but not the bigger cities. Over here we have fucked brained property developers who buy up nice green and/or forested tracts of land, level them, then build a strip mall. After a year or so, only 2 of the 8 or 10 units are occupied and always by a dry cleaners and a mani/pedi place. Never fails. Observing the massive failure of these ventures, what do the same fuck brained property developers do? Yep, you guessed it. They buy another tract of green and/or forested tract land, level it and build a strip mall and after a year or so, guess how many units are occupied and with what? I think you get the point. But the best part is, the second, third, fourth, etc. strip mall will only be a mile or so from the previous one. That’s how retarded these fuck brained developers are. I swear these idiots won’t be happy until every last square inch of this world in concreted over. Absolute bastard cunts, the lot of them.

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