Monthly Archives: August 2010
Janners are starting to use match.com to find love and sex partners.
Most young Janners learn what a sentence is here rather than in their English class at school. But then again most young Janners spend more time here than they actually do at school. Charges often include shoplifting from Wilko, dog … Continue reading
Forged in the eighties, and popular for 7 carat gold sovereign rings, the Half Price Jewellers has remained on Cornwall Street and renamed itself HPJ Jewellers. Which if you think about it is the Half Price Jewellers Jewellers. Still punting … Continue reading
Oggy Oggy Pasties. The nutritional equivalent of a stool wrapped in toilet paper. Oggy Oggy shops are peppered around the city, and like rats, you are never more than six feet from an outlet. Or six inches if you happen … Continue reading
Mayflower Street. Possibly one of the most depressing city streets in the UK. It’s so bad, even charity shops refuse to locate here.
Located at the scary end of Cornwall Street, this mobility shop provides the perfect accessory for those pasty-addicted bottom feeders whose largest single source of income is in the shape of government food vouchers.
More Frankfort Gate. The powers that be have renamed this end of Plymouth City Centre “The Independent Quarter”. Rightly so. Independent of shops you might actually want to go into and spend cash.
Another Frankfort Gate shot. The council spent a hundred and twenty pounds refurbishing this end of the city. Clearly it has worked.
Frankfort Gate. Gateway to hell. Walk the wrong way down this concourse, and chances are you won’t be walking back up it. At the very least you’ll walk back up pregnant.
Plymouth Pannier Market. Life doesn’t get any better than this. An Aladdin’s cave? A treasure trove of wonderful things? No. A big room full of shit and criminals.