Ayr sounds like Market Harborough, which is pretty much the epitome of small town tedium.
I try to avoid going into the town centre to actively avoid having to make the awkward decision about whether to acknowledge or ignore people I recognise because everyone knows everyone... Ignore them and there's the guilt of feeling rude as technically you know them, and they know you... say something and you might get drawn into the most awkward conversation in the world: "So what have you been doing since... the last day of school... Not that we spoke to each other back then anyway." (Maybe I'm just appalling at light conversation?)
Its all a bit claustrophobic and (figuratively, as far as I'm aware) incestuous, really.
jayjay
· 1 year ago
Yeah possibly - I'm a Leicester cheerleader though (because Ayr is actually THAT bad!) - Ayr is the end of the tracks from the city, you hit Ayr and the train goes no further. There is over 50 dead shops in a high street of about 70-80. All the factories are closed or are closing. The midlands is slightly different due to its location and its lack of scottish nationalist government....
Very claustrophobic - and VERY incestuous. I could elaborate but it is "jay jay ayr" googling season according to google analytics. ;-) I wonder what people do when I ain't in town to piss them off...
I am not a popular person here. I get up idiots noses - quite spectacularly, I hear. Ideally I want to go to Leicester and never return so I don't need to live up to my reputation of not being arsed about anything...
The strangest thing about living in Leicester? Not having to CONSTANTLY fight to prove that I'm more than just another pleb - or put myself down because some people don't like me talking too "clever". It's a total headf&*k! I can't handle people being nice to me!
I try to avoid going into the town centre to actively avoid having to make the awkward decision about whether to acknowledge or ignore people I recognise because everyone knows everyone... Ignore them and there's the guilt of feeling rude as technically you know them, and they know you... say something and you might get drawn into the most awkward conversation in the world: "So what have you been doing since... the last day of school... Not that we spoke to each other back then anyway." (Maybe I'm just appalling at light conversation?)
Its all a bit claustrophobic and (figuratively, as far as I'm aware) incestuous, really.
Very claustrophobic - and VERY incestuous. I could elaborate but it is "jay jay ayr" googling season according to google analytics. ;-) I wonder what people do when I ain't in town to piss them off...
I am not a popular person here. I get up idiots noses - quite spectacularly, I hear. Ideally I want to go to Leicester and never return so I don't need to live up to my reputation of not being arsed about anything...
The strangest thing about living in Leicester? Not having to CONSTANTLY fight to prove that I'm more than just another pleb - or put myself down because some people don't like me talking too "clever". It's a total headf&*k! I can't handle people being nice to me!