Doctor Stamen
05 Dec 2003, 10:40 AM
Originally posted by Matt Clark
Coventry, eh? God I hate Coventry. Drab, pre-fab slab of a place, like a giant asphalt turd deposited in the smoking crater that Adolf had so kindly turned the equally repugnant previous incarnation into. Lots of dreary, inbred locals, all shlurfing around in the threadbare precinct bargains that, somehow, they understand is all the luxury they deserve from this life.
Coventry, squatting there in the centre of the already fairly unpalatable midland region, a wheezy, grime-smeared cog in a growing labyrinth of highways and byways, all seemingly constructed with the express purpose of NOT having to stop in Coventry, ever. Millions of trucks, cars, buses and lorries trundle or hurtle by every day, barely a glance at the malodorous boil of a place that they pass, leaving nothing but the lingering odour of their combustion salute to the city of Coventry.
The central shopping area, that sunken run of grey, all Littlewoods and Poundstretcher desperation, the gaudy, crass protudances of the Virgin store thrusting up from the decaying stench of the remainder of the city - as if even this building, this faceless, internationalist corporate facade was too alive, to organic an entity to bear being an amalgamous part of the city of Coventry.
People traipse listlessly through the ashen confines of their miserable existence, that forlorn look in their eyes ... "we used to make cars here you know" ... it really is too pathetic. If only the town planners of post-war Britain had realised then what blight they have bequeathed us now.
But I'm not from Coventry either. Better luck next time Mr. Boardman :).
Still Cov has to be better than Liverpool, with those irritating squeaky accents, shellsuits and burberry caps, failing schools and automatic responses of aggression from the natives. The jungles of Borneo are probably more civilised than the city of Liverpool.
Coventry, eh? God I hate Coventry. Drab, pre-fab slab of a place, like a giant asphalt turd deposited in the smoking crater that Adolf had so kindly turned the equally repugnant previous incarnation into. Lots of dreary, inbred locals, all shlurfing around in the threadbare precinct bargains that, somehow, they understand is all the luxury they deserve from this life.
Coventry, squatting there in the centre of the already fairly unpalatable midland region, a wheezy, grime-smeared cog in a growing labyrinth of highways and byways, all seemingly constructed with the express purpose of NOT having to stop in Coventry, ever. Millions of trucks, cars, buses and lorries trundle or hurtle by every day, barely a glance at the malodorous boil of a place that they pass, leaving nothing but the lingering odour of their combustion salute to the city of Coventry.
The central shopping area, that sunken run of grey, all Littlewoods and Poundstretcher desperation, the gaudy, crass protudances of the Virgin store thrusting up from the decaying stench of the remainder of the city - as if even this building, this faceless, internationalist corporate facade was too alive, to organic an entity to bear being an amalgamous part of the city of Coventry.
People traipse listlessly through the ashen confines of their miserable existence, that forlorn look in their eyes ... "we used to make cars here you know" ... it really is too pathetic. If only the town planners of post-war Britain had realised then what blight they have bequeathed us now.
But I'm not from Coventry either. Better luck next time Mr. Boardman :).
Still Cov has to be better than Liverpool, with those irritating squeaky accents, shellsuits and burberry caps, failing schools and automatic responses of aggression from the natives. The jungles of Borneo are probably more civilised than the city of Liverpool.