Ah the south east, that cultural oasis in the desert that is England.
I grew up in Stock, near Billericay, both of which were pleasant places to live at one time.
Billericay has now become a extension of Basildon, and gone are the days of smartly dressed mature ladies in their tweed jackets shopping in Billericay High Street.
Now you'll find gangs of feral youths, pregnant mums with massive oversize prams (and tummies from number 4 on the way), and neanderthal partners dressed in reeboks, sports tops and jogging bottoms, queuing outside the DSS for their giros.
Fortunately, Stock has survived the worst of these degredations, but it is only a matter of time...
(P.s. if you are wondering what I am doing up at this ungodly hour, it has something to do with Camplobacter Food Poisoning. Monday night was the wost. Everytime I rushed to the loo with diarrohea, I also needed to vomit at the same time. Juggling the two in tandem was quite an excercise (puke in the loo and poo on the bathroom floor, or poo in the loo and puke in to the bath. Horrific.)


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