My Return To Scarborough

Earlier this month I returned to my home town of Scarborough, for the first time in several years. My only connection to the town now is my loved ones and friends.

The visit went really well. I got to meet up with the lads  and the reception they gave me was out of this world. I was really looked after. They’re good people.

What concerned me about the trip was just how run down Scarborough has become. It had been in decline for years. I guess the biggest hit to towns like Scarborough were the introduction of cheap package holidays. All the main attractions are gone, building demolished and visitors replaced with more low-life Chav scumbags than ever before.

While in Scarborough, for the first time ever, I actually felt intimidated at times. In areas that were previously quite nice, it felt like walking through a mobile episode of the Jeremy Kyle show. I’ve been more relaxed in major cities.

“She told me she’d got rid of it,” muttered one hoody as he referred to his future son or daughter.

Every young woman I saw was dragging kids around. Nowt wrong with that but sadly the generation today know that if they have a kid, they’ll be looked after well by the state.

Seeing my old local boarded up was sad. I’ve had many a good day and night in there I can tell ya. It was such a strong ‘locals’ pub that it makes you wonder where they’ve all gone.

I always joke about how miserable people look back home and how stressed out they are but having freezed my nuts off for a week straight in the place, I can see why. How I used to live there I’ll never know.

I feel for the people back home. They deserve so much more. Scarborough could be a little gold mine but sadly, none of the suits share the same opinion as me.

Good people, nice scenery, shit decisions by those in power.