- Thu Apr 22, 2021 1:13 pm
The urban relocators can fuck right off and enjoy the decline and deprivation they forced on many a rural town.
When I moved here in 1987 we had three car dealerships, three banks, a big post office, hairdressers, a motor factors, a good cycle shop, a baker and a supermarket plus two chemists. Even had a church clock that struck the hour, and a forge. Yes, a forge. Then, thanks to Thatcher's investment in ECML electrification, the "sparks effect" saw where I live become a commuter's haven.
Now we have no banks, no post office, no cash machines, no car dealerships, no motor factors, one chemist, no cycle shop, no baker and the forge is now a housing estate of 'executive' homes. The church clock doesn't strike any more because out-of-towners complained about it. But we do have endless twee places to eat and drink (including a 'cakery' - is that even a real word, FFS?), a gym, a hand car wash, a load of takeaways - even someone who'll make a cast of your baby's feet. The local TV and radio shop has just survived on repairs and selling non-Chinese shit LED lightbulbs.
Last edited by Boiler on Thu Apr 22, 2021 1:52 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Status: either distressed or depressed, sometimes both.