Manchester

is a cunt.

It has been my misfortune to visit this shithole more than once in the past six months and I am here now, stuck in a hotel. And no, I am not a “refugee”, I am here for work (non-prostitution work).

Some idiot in a London pub once told me that Manchester is “a bit like the north’s answer to London.” Well, London is shite these days and this provincial dump has only copied the worst aspects, adding them to its pre-existing shortcomings.

Mick Hucknall, Gary Neville, and the father from that documentary known as “Shameless” seem to be the three main types amongst the males. Or a charming mixture of the three. That’s the original natives anyway, rather than the sub-human mutants who increasingly dominate the greater metropolitan area. A proportion of whom carry out the familiar form of genocidal sexploitation against the female locals in the likes of Rochdale and Oldham. Rotten boroughs, rotten City.

The city’s road system is a joke, and its airport is a disaster. Worst in the UK for the tenth year in a row apparently; I have found out why for myself. A poorly signed maze of decrepitude and financial exploitation. There aren’t even any chairs to sit on. It ruins your holiday before you’ve even boarded the plane and you can look forward to returning to it in a week or two’s time for more misery. The terminals are stuffy and full of stupid, loud mouthed yobs. Speaking of which, has anybody been convicted and imprisoned yet for that infamous incident last year? … which was followed by anti-police demonstrations amongst the local community and then further protests by far-left filth in the city centre?

The craze for bland, Nowheresville tower blocks continues unabated. The civic leaders seem to imagine that this cock waving idiocy puts them on the map. It doesn’t. It’s just the same insecure and inane pattern on show in craphole cities the world over. Speaking of insecurity, why is it that the mancs are so obsessed with scousers? I went to a Utd game, and they were singing “we hate scousers! we hate scousers!” They weren’t even playing a Merseyside team. I always hated them myself, but having been to Liverpool a bit over recent years have come to envy them a little. There is still a strong sense of place, and you’re very much in England when you’re there, even if it is a bit Irish and sea faring at the same time. They seem pretty friendly and relaxed, and funnily enough, the people don’t ever mention mancs or care about them. Oh, and you’re way more likely to be robbed in Manchester, despite the hub cap jokes.

Back to Gunchester. You go to Picadilly Gardens and it is full of feral youths and dangerous scum from the third world, whilst the queers are bumming each other senseless along the city centre’s canals, sharing monkey pox and AIDS. C(anal) Street indeed, or Sodom and Gomorrah?

Sure, there are some gentrified areas but who cares? They are full of morons as well. The same mindless, deluded wankers swanning about with starbucks and cocktails, having their tepid slop takeaways delivered by masked murderers on ebikes, and driving around in leased status symbols. Like the poncy, commercialised football “clubs” really. The play-things of billionaire, foreign arseholes… are there even any mancs in these teams? The only thing in common with the local population is how ugly the players seem to be. What’s the point of it all? Hand over your credit card, take the knee and keep your mouth shut, peasant.

A beacon of globalist shite and depravity in Northern England, representing all that is crap about modern life in the West, and especially Britain. There are towns and cities in this country, such as Birmingham, that need to have atom bombs dropped on them, they are so far gone. Cuntchester is fast approaching that status.

Nominated by Cotswolds Cnut, Seconded and link provided by Norman.

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33 thoughts on “Manchester

  1. I happened to visit for the first time in many years 12 months ago,I wasn’t shocked at the state of the place.

    It’s just like many English cities now,some fancy bars and shops surrounded by hordes of deranged junkies and feral foreign scûm,all virtue signalled in a stinking multicultural stew.

    Anyhow I dodged the mess and enjoyed a very nice meal with the family in a splendid restaurant.

    I did feel like an attack dog guarding the family when traversing the cesspit areas of the city but that’s the norm in Modern Britain.

    Politicians have a very great deal to answer for..

    Death by hanging would be appropriate.

    Madchester indeed.

    Cunts.

    • It’s a fine cunting indeed by the way.

      I can also confirm that the airport is the very worst I’ve ever used in near 40 years of global air travel.

      Suck on that Greta.

      • Tell Greta, that my carbon footprints are stilts and would have to need a ladder for my cock. Tiptoes for hard-on.

  2. I saw the best of my City of Manchester between the 40s and 60s and wouldn’t go back there even for nostalgic reasons. My Manchester completely ruined by foreign cunts like every large city. I’m glad to be in a small town inhabited by the locals.

    • You forgot to add “for now”, my village is becoming very multi ethnic and it is more pronounced by the fact that they spend a lot of time walking round because they don’t fucking work!

  3. I’ve only ever been once when I was about 14 for a stadium tour of Old Trafford. Fergie was there signing autographs and Beckham too, it must have been around the time he started shagging that scowling coat hanger.

    Glad I didn’t hang around to visit Piccadilly Gardens or be violated in Canal Street by a pre-Corrie Antony Cotton.

  4. Wow that’s about as finer description you are likely to get about the 💩hole that is now ‘madchester’ innit…the airport is truly a disaster 👍 I’ve been through the dump a hell of a lot and it deserves it’s bottom rating, crack head gardens as it’s known is an oxymoron of diversity is a strength 😆 a cesspit of subhuman trash… unfortunately one of the best written noms imo 👏…#mad4itbruv

  5. Its the singers/ buskers that get me. Young females ‘singing’ Adele or blokes doing their best beige Coldplay or Ed Sheeran! All screeching into a microphone with the iphone on front of them recording for tik twat or Instatwat! These people even have the cheek to have signs in front of them saying available to sing at events… No you cant sing you brain dead, warbling cunts!!! Now shut the fuck up!

  6. I didn’t notice it to be any worse than any other big UK city to be honest. And it still has some great pubs. Too much rain though.

  7. I moved to Manchester in the 70s. I loved it – Embassy Club, pubs, Salford RL, City Centre, Deansgate, the pub with the ceiling covered in panties (cant remember name) Band on the Wall, Cooper Clark, Boddies and Robbies etc, etc.

    You avoided Mosside area for obvious reasons but the rest was by and large great.
    However I left in 1990 so cant comment on today’s city. London was a shithole then and is worse now so I know where I prefer.

  8. The nearest I’ve been to setting foot in Manchester was to go through it on the way to Liverpool earlier this year. I have to say it didn’t look very attractive from the train.

    I agree with what CC says about Liverpool though. Poking fun at Scousers is something of an IsAC sport of course, but I rather liked the place. I went for a 3 day conference the week after NUFC beat Liverpool in the League Cup Final, so I thought in the interests of self-preservation I’d better keep my gob shut.

    I didn’t need to worry. I was staying in the city centre and found the Liverpudlians to be very friendly. At no time did I feel threatened, even when out late at night. There’s lots of impressive neo-Classical buildings, they’ve made a great job of converting the old docks, and the ferry across the Mersey is informative. There’s a few ethnics about but they seem to be well integrated. The cathedrals are atmospheric and there’s some cracking pubs.

    No doubt Liverpool has some shitty suburbs where the welcome would have been somewhat different. But the parts I saw beat my expectations.

    I reserve judgement on Manchester.

  9. The entire country is heading for shithole status, the major cities city centres are surrounded by a mixture of chavs, foreign cunts and the bone idle.

    How long will it take for the same to infect the smaller towns and countryside, we had the Lake District mosque cunting a while back, it’s coming to YOU!

    Crowborough a small town just south of T Wells will be treated to a few hundred asylum seekers, all doctors, lawyers and scientists 👍

    Manchester has a top drawer mayor, tipped to be our next PM so must be great place to live. Visit Rochdale and Oldham to see the blueprint for the rest of the country, venture further out to Bolton and Blackburn, oh dear we are fucked.

    • Stockport is next door to Manchester
      Just a bus ride away so where id go as a youth to watch bands etc.
      My favourite thing in Manchester was Belle vue zoo,
      Since long gone,
      And the brilliant Natural history museum where my dad would take me as a kid.

      I dont like cities
      Being happier in the countryside but Manchester has a special nostalgia for me.
      Ive like a mars bar worked rested and played there.
      Best in the rain.

      Buzzin

  10. Ironic, at this time, we here are thinking about the old days after the death of Mani.

    But, the town – and especially the town centre – has long since turned to shit.

    More spiceheads and pisspots than ever before. And, the infestation of foreign cunts is like a human plague. Pakis, Africans and Eastern Europe shite are all over the place. The city centre no longer belongs to the people (the real people) of Manchester. I know that for a fact. Piccadilly ‘Gardens’ is now a concrete slum. Filled with feral gang scum and sundry migrant human muck. Burn ‘Em has a lot to answer for, the damn cunt.

    The shops are shit and all. No decent fish and chip place in the town centre any more. It’s all shit like sushi bars and crap like KFC and Starbucks for student twats. And, almost all shops are on a gay or tranny kick. HMV’s main instore display is cushions with ‘Sounds Gay I’m In’ written on them. Fucking poofter cushions?!! For fucking fuck’s sake.

    After hearing about Mani, I was thinking about how it was in 1988, 89 and 90. And how I still dearly loved the place then. But, not any more.

    RIP. To both him and the town we both once loved.

  11. The company I worked for in 1972 sent engineers to work in Manchester for a few weeks on a rota basis. The consensus amongst those of us on the rota was that Manchester was a scruffy place compared to Birmingham. Since then large areas of Brum have gone right down the shitter and we were happy to leave in 1999. How the two cities compare now I don’t know; I haven’t been to Manchester for years. A thing I noticed when there in 72 was a widespread low level of antisemitism bubbling just below the surface. Struck me because I’d not seen it before.

    As for the airport, only used it once but isn’t it the case that all major airports are a fucking nightmare for the passengers? Different ones may have different irritants but they’re all ghastly.

  12. I have visited the magnificent Manchester town hall. I bet the cunts who had it built and whose portraits hang will be weeping about what a fucking hellscape it as become.

    • I live just a few miles from Manchester and once worked there, my first ever job. Now I don’t even think of going there. Did they really think what they did to Piccadilly Gardens was an improvement? The shops aren’t good, not even the Trafford Centre. The pubs aren’t good. People aren’t friendly, there’s no atmosphere. The whole place has no soul, no character, everything appears gray. The only reason I can think of for going again would be a quick visit to Marks & Spencer to stock up on underwear.

  13. I remember when pretentious wankers like Paul Morley (the cunt isn’t even a Manc) started yaddering shit about how Manchester was like East Germany in the 70s, and that punk saved and changed everything.

    Total bollocks, of course. It was lot more fun than East bloody Berlin. Doc’s Red Army saw to that. And the nightlife then was miles better than it is now. There used be great places, like Pips, Rotters, Blinkers, Twisted Wheel and endless great pubs and alehouses. Morley was a twat who just revelled in that doom and gloom shite. And, punk did fuck all for the city in all honesty. Joy Division and The Smiths came out of it. But both owed little or nothing to punk. Joy Division had an epic sound similar to Jim Morrison meeting Wagner. While the Smiths were the Byrds meets Tony Warren.

    And, if that tosser compared the place to East Germany. It could be compared to Islamabad, Lagos and Bucharest now.☹️

    • Always love how Smiths drummer Mike Joyce put that cunt Morley in his place.

      When ‘This Charming Man’ came out. Morley and some other wannabe English Lit pretentious tit were talking shit as usual.

      ‘Oh, the punctured bicycle… It’s a metaphor for this and that.’
      With Morley stroking his chin,,,’Oh absolutely. And it means this..’

      Mike just stood up and said ‘For fuck’s sake. It’s just about shagging.’🤣

      Top lad. Top band.

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