Pikey-ville

Went south with my dad to visit Dan. After meeting him at his work, we headed into Poole for lunch and a bit of a walk round. Whilst it was nice to catch up with my bro, I was stunned at just how horrible Poole is on a Saturday afternoon. I've never seen such a concentration of overweight, ugly, pikey-and-proud mother-fuckers outside of the Concrete Kingdom of Swindon.

Sometimes I worry that I'm a snob. Not often, mind you.