Depressing Seaside Resorts

Quite recently, there was a nomination for Barry Island. And it got me thinking (which doesn’t happen very often), about my dreadful holidays cooped up in some tiny tin-can caravan or shite B&B in Weston Super Wank when I was a kid.

It was a depressing shithole back in the 70s, and I recently went back there to find that it had become an even greater shithole today! Chavs, Eastern Europeans, chavs, benefit scroungers, old cunts, chavs, Africunts, chavs, p1kies and bastards!

So what would you consider the worst seaside resort you’ve ever had the misfortune to spend a holiday?

Nominated by: Technocunt

116 thoughts on “Depressing Seaside Resorts

  1. Has to be weston super mare not only is it a shithole there is never any sea!

  2. Ardrossan in north Ayrshire ! What a fucking shitehole even by Ayrshire Standards it’s bad
    No redeeming features at all

    • Oh, come. Isn’t there a ferry to Douglas, IOM? Out of the chip pan into the worst of the 50’s, as I recall.

    • I knew a native of Maybole who said of his native town “If God wanted to give the world an enema, Maybole’s where he’d stick the tube.”

      IIRC Dreghorn (which sounds awful grim), birthplace of Wee Jimmie Krankie, is also in Ayrshire…what’s wrong with the bloody place ? What’s right with it ??

  3. Any B&B that served tinned “Trout Hall” grapefruit segments for breakfast. They are only edible when served in a large glass full of chilled Cointreau. Said B&B would lock guests out until suppertime, leaving families to wander round some rainswept, dog-awful seaside hole that had the charm of Windscale after a bad accident.

  4. I live in Southport and often think the place is a shithole but everytime I come back from a city I realise how lucky I actually am

    • There are many, many places worse than Southport – Newport, Ellesmere Port and Stockport!
      😅

      • Oi!

        Picture of a little miserable sat on the bonnet of his dads Reliant Robin on Southport beach wearing a six million dollar man t shirt.
        Always liked it..

      • I reckon Mozza summed it all up best with “Every Day is like Sunday”

  5. I’m well surprised that Weymuff in Dorset has had a look in! A fucking depressed shithole of biblical proportions! Apparently, it has an award winning beach! The only award the town itself would win is ‘Biggest Pile of Cunt‘. Full of whining fucking Brummies and shit cunt benefit scratters! One visit when I’m back in the UK is enough to remind me why I left the fucking country!

  6. I live in a sea side town moved here because the houses are so cheap I use to holiday here in a caravan as a child in the 80s was bustling back then very run down now all the arcades are closed hardly any shops it is a beautiful scenic place apart from the caravan scum that come every summer from belfast estates I was down at the shops tonight whole place stank of dog shit fucking disgrace

    • Sounds like Appleby-in-Westmoreland when the Gîppôs & tînkêrs come a-callin’ for their annual thievin’ convention.. I mean horse fair.

      • No gyppos thank fuck just the usual fuckers in vests loads of tattoos bellys hanging out and that’s just the women even when it’s cold they are wandering about in fuck all clothing poor mans holiday for the big city people wouldn’t mind so much if they were not loud obnoxious drunken arseholes leaving their dog shit and beer tins everywhere on the beach

  7. Have been to a few seaside resorts and towns over the years and most of them were utter shitholes. There is just this eerie bleakness about them and miasma of despair, which I think can mostly be attributed to the sea. Remember going to Blackpool circa July 2003 with a few mates and one morning I awoke early (well, 1030 hrs is early for a guy in his late 20’s on holiday) and decided to take a solitary stroll along the seafront to clear my hungover head. Remember it well cos it was our last day (a Sunday) and was the only day in which we never got any sunshine, and plus there was no fucker around but me. Enveloped by gunmetal grey skies, high winds, drizzle and the crashing high tides of the Irish Sea (incidentally, I didn’t know until recently that the earth’s tides are controlled by the moon’s gravitational pull), it was a fucking ‘orrible feeling. Take away the bustle and sunshine and most seaside towns are well and truly fucked. I vividly remember thinking to myself, “Thank fuck I don’t live here!” Most of the housing schemes off the seafront were shiteholes, too, filled with chavs, junkies and the homeless. Great holiday, though, and the hotel was very good (was one of the big chains, we’d booked).

  8. Margate, Little more than a stomping ground for county lines drug mules and single mums with mixed race kids and absent fathers.

  9. Btw, I remember that documentary featuring Jaywick. I also couldn’t believe it was a town in the UK! I initially thought it was some pikey shitehole in some Eastern European country. And talking about European countries, have any of you seen that film about the notorious Luník IX district in Slovakia? It’s one very depressing — and disturbing — film about the Romani people who live in the slums there. Grim as fuck — worse than Africa! 100% unemployment rate, rubbish dumps strewn all over the place, no gas, electricity, running water, no utilities whatsoever as they’ve all been cut off cos the poor fuckers can’t pay them . . . just abject poverty, misery and disease. Fucking hell on earth!

    http://m.necyklopedia.org/wiki/Lun%C3%ADk_IX

    Just google ‘Lunik IX’ and have a look at some of the images. Grim as feck!

    • I watched that jaywick by the sea program pathetic state of affairs paint peeling off the houses fences all broken it was what I would imagine Chernobyl to look like if the people had of stayed to make it work also full of fucking mutants with no teeth

      • A mate had to visit Jaywick to pick up some pharmacutical supplies from one of the locals.

        Apon returning to his car, every window and light had been smashed.

        According to my Dad, during the ’50s Jaywick was the Essex equivalent of a Butlins holiday camp.

  10. The Seaside is a cunty strip of low tide and low brows sagging under the peeling facade of Grand hotels that buttress a whimper of pound shops. As opposed to The Coast, which was never dressed up for cheap thrills.

  11. Blackpool is a menacing place and I genuinely felt unsafe when I was there in 2014.

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