I have just spent a night in Swindon. Why? Good question. For work. 

I am going to spend the whole of next year on these small stints to these towns and unfortunately they’re not all going to be as exciting as London or as friendly as Sheffield. Sometimes some of the places we end up can be a bit crap! However, I remember coming across a little fanzine a few years ago called ‘Preston is my Paris’. I love that someone looks at Preston in the same way that they look at Paris. If it’s that good in their eyes, I think we should all go out of our way to love our crap towns with the same passion.

In the same way that you can’t choose your family, you can’t often choose the place you grew up either. The place you were born and bred will be for a very long time the place you also associate and call home.

I will always defend Preston and Kirkham because it’s my home. I can say it’s crap but no one else can because it’s mine. I thought I’d put together a list of a few crap towns and why I secretly love them!

1) Blackpool

The ultimate crap town. People look at Blackpool and think of it as sleazy. It’s full of hen and stags, the prime focus of 999 what’s your Emergancy and also the questionable things washing up on the beach. It’s is not what you think of first when you think of a beach holiday. 

Blackpool is the best and worst night out you’ll have rolled into one. You’ll always meet people up for a night out. Your fancy dress will always be appreciated and you will have the perfect greasy kebab at the end of the night.

2) Wolverhampton

I personally love Wolverhampton. It’s a city with the attitude of a town. It’s friendly and is full of people with funny accents that sound brummy but is most definitely not (they get very offended by this). I’ve had some great nights in Wolverhampton and will know if I go out with one person for a night out, I’ll always come back having made more friends.

3) Warrington

On the outskirts of Manchester and Liverpool, it’s like the town that doesn’t quite fit in with the Mancs or the Scousers. It’s a great rugby town with some of the cheapest drinks I’ve ever had. The people are friendly and will always offer me help with my bags. 

4) Doncaster

I had such a fun night in Doncaster. Seriously – it’s got plenty going for it. Once again, it has the northern friendliness down to a T and doesn’t pretend to be something it’s not. 

5) Telford

Now, bear with me here – I have seriously complicated relationship with Telford. Telford is a new town and so is an amalgamation of lots of surrounding villages. I lived in two parts of Telford and my love for Telford comes from the second part. Telford is unique in that it doesn’t have a centre, it just has little hubs of activity that revolve around a shopping center. Shifnal, where we lived for 6 months is great. It has 8 pubs on one road and a carnival that literally shuts down our road for 5 days so we can play hook a duck and slide down  the helter skeletor. I love the little cafs where the owner remembers your name and will add extra hash browns because she remembers your face. I miss Sunday hangovers at nans caf! 

All in all, you’ve gotta love your home town wherever your from because let’s face it – if you don’t, who will? 

Positive of the day: I co-delivered my first event today!