The Worst Things in Wombwell, South Yorkshire*

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The Worst Things

• I would say are the losers who have submitted so of the tripe on the site.
• Pity many of the people on this site can't spell, however, I do have to agree with most of their comments. But I presume they are talking mainly about the youth of Wombwell. There are plenty of cultured people, ex head teachers, teachers and people like myself who have a degree and a very good job in IT. However, I admit that, although born in the North many years ago, I have only just moved back here, but to a nice house on the outskirts of the main town. Also I did transfer my job and work from home - I agree that you cannot get a good job or salary in this area - you need to travel to Sheffield or Leeds. The answer is simple - don't feed the locals after midnight or horrible gremlins appear!! In fact, don't go into Wombwell full stop unless you need the doctor (the doctors and the staff are fantastic here). Keep your friends close and your enemies closer......
• The Smack Rat's + Jippos
• The lamentable lack of interest of the local council and some people are small minded.
• The mini chavs approach with extreme caution
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• I recently came back to Wombwell for a weekend to see my parents, and brought my fiance. When we went out for a drink at night I was embarassed by the people. Maybe on that night there was a coachload of retards on an outing, or people on a day trip on a Variety Sunshine coach or something, but bloody hell, if that's not the case and these people were the actual residents of Wombwell, the place should go down in the record books as the town with the most half-witted, brain-dead, good-for-nothing, inbred scum on the planet. When I left Wombwell in 1994 for the South I was determined to stay proud of my Northern roots, but looking at Wombwell now, I'm just embarassed. I'm ashamed of it - the town is a joke and the people are scum.

• The area has been heavily neglected after the mines closed for many years. Politically this region has been turned into a disaster zone by the powers in Westminster. It was more a culling of the mining industry without any plans or efforts to regenerate the area post mining. About 10 years ago efforts have been made to redress the situation and some investments into the regions infrastructure have been made. I think that the region is still suffering of the aftermass of mid-80ies to mid-90ies depression and it can be seen in people's mentality and their way of thinking. Nevertheless, things have changed since about the mid90ies a sense of pride and prosperity has returned to most.
• HENRY STREET is a street that branches off from george street in Low Valley between Darfield and Wombwell, it is a row of terrace houses, and the street is not a good place to live it is fucking hell. It is a very noisy street to live on, due to a number of truthfull factors, firstly there are plenty of barking dogs on the street, there is Brandy the big brown sauage dog, sammy and loosey. These dogs bark continous for hours and hours, and the distrubing factor is that their owners don't seem to be bothered by all the barking. they put their dogs in the back yards, where they bark for fucking hours, Brandy the dog barks for 8 hour shifts while the owners are out of work, the dog does not stop for breath. Many previous residents that have living next door to Brandy the dog have blasted loud music out, just in order to drown out the noise the dog is making. But the owners of Brandy the dog just produce one barkng dog after another, just like a conveyor belt. All these dogs are allowed to wander around Henry Street, shitting and pissing outside on the pavement, outside people's front doors, and no attempt is made by the owners of the dogs to clean the mess up. Some families down the street, rev cars up ever time they get in them, and their is no need to, the favorite time for some families is lets piss about with a car for a hour, instead of taking it to a garage. And some are DIY fanatics, banging all the fucking time. A little retard runs around most nights between 12.00pm and 4.00am up and down the street, shouting and screaming at the top of her voice at her dogs to try and get them in the house, she disturbs all those that are asleep, she give no consideration to the residents of the street. "come on marlow" We also have shaggers that are doped up on wacky backy, screaming all night long for other people to hear, both look horrendus like typical Barnlsey people, but sound like porn movie superstars. These disturb people all the time. You can hear then seven doors away. We have people living on the street who are ripping the tax payers off, these people are claining their old age pension, yet working on the side cleaing for people, and receiving cash in hand, they neither pay tax or national insurance, and neither do they declare a own business adventure. These people have been reported to the local authorities but still they get away with ripping the tax payer off. Living on the street is like living in the big brother house, everybody watches what you are doing, the residents are sly, backstabbing, untrustworthy bastars that are fucking ugly, certainly not good people.
• all the wankers who slag wombwell off.cos there slagging thier own mams n dads
• the whole place looks like its been devestated by a nuclear war and everywhere you go there are zombies,and people that look like bobby crush
• The world's worst town centre. The incomprehensible accent. How DIRTY everyone is. Ugh.
• Bank holiday violence and proximity to Darfield
• Going out around Wombwell for a night out drinking is like being on a manual workers outting, all the local factory workers fill the pubs which gives this village a manual workers atmosphere. For example half of Perfecta Beds manual work force fill the pubs yippee, stimulating people which to spend stimulating time with.

• I used to live there, all my life 'til I was 24, mid 1990's. I think the worst thing is the thick, thick people. People there are so thick they can't even tell that their town is a dump, their lives are fruitless and entirely devoid of prospects and the way they speak and act makes them a laughing stock for the rest of the country. They're so thick they don't even know they're thick, they just plod along in their dreary existance. Still, if a pig is happy living in sh*t, then let it live there. Orb.
• young piss heads
• Own Modelling Business In 2002 I opened a modelling business in this town, I have branches in Australia, London, USA and I was trying to find new locations and new faces. I have supplied over 5000 models to clients over the past six years. And currently have over 2000 on my UK books. Well I have scouted this area for the past twelve months, visiting companies, the local pubs at weekends, walking the streets, and I have to say I have never seen such an ugly looking bunch of people in one place, the men are like thugs, and the women aren’t proper women. In fact in this time I only saw one handsome looking man and he is already on the books of a modelling agency, and he does not look like a local, more of latin European, and I cannot match his wages. So after 12 months I have closed this business down at a business loss of £42’000 for administration wages, and rent.
• House Prices Why do people buy property in this town for £90’000 and above is beyond me, this town is a shit hole not Malibu beach or Australia. This place is a dump, one estate looks the same as the next, yet they keep building houses. Why is there a demand to live in such a town like this, but then again most people that come to live here will be working class scum. But then again people don’t pay £90’000 in cash, they have to get loans, so they haven’t bought the property, they are in the process of buying it.
• When the local so a thicko manual position that is demeaning, they continue to do it year after year, they show no signs of ambition by attending night school atUniversity etc, they just plod along doing the same shit week after week, but they think it is great just to have a job. The only way they progress in employment is by creeping around the boss, at work, or for a drink after, or through family connections.
• I worked at a local bedding manufacturing firn for two years, and the type of people that I had to mix with each day for eight hours was horrible. 95% of the workforce had no higher level qualifications, it was filled of thicko manual workers, even the managers had come up from the factory force, without any education behind them, no wonder these departments never worked efficiently. Yet again people were in positions through who they knew not through degree level qualifications. Most where thicko people, with no visions for the future, doing a shit job, how on earth people can do jobs like that I never know. Well once I got my degree through night school studies, I moved on to a better paid psoition, with a company where qualified people are in the correct positions.
• The people are very racist I am from China and my life is made hell do to the fucking locals who are thicko uncultured wankers.
• The women talk so loud, they are common and most are butch. The only nice ones are still at school.
• There are no employment opportunites for people with high level qualifications in this town (degree or above), only thick low paid jobs, mostly manual position that only people without no qualifications would want. Also the local companies only employ thicko staff with no qualifications, that are allowed one day to become managers with no qualifications. In general Wombwell is a joke for employment prospects for qualified people.
• The locals, they are so ugly, you dont get any female models or male models from the locals around this place. Most of the local ares drunks and look like drunks, nobody takes pride in their looks, ts cool to be ugly.
• I am from Italy I am 25 years old and female, my job is to model for hugo Boss. I have lived in this town for four years, and I have never seen an attractive man, then men around this town are horrible, thick thugs, the women are also bitchy towards me, but I dont mind this as I earn £100,000 per year, while most of the locals get excited about £6.oo per hour. Once my modeling contract is up in 5 months I shall return to Italy.
• The people hate outsiders, or anybody who is the slighest bit different, they love to spread untrue rummours about people, take the piss, and generally run and pull people down. But who are they to judge anybody - nobody. Are they qualified lawyers are they fuck And what do these people achieve - nothing. The only thing anybody living in this town as to look forward to is an holiday a year, and waking up at the side of somebody ugly. Their life is pointless
• The women around this town are horrible, unfriendly, common, ugly they look like mrs piggy. The men are like Butch Dingles, common as muck. This place is a very clicky place, if you are not one of the locals, your face wont fit in. It is full of nosey people who don;t mind their own business. Its like living in the big brother house.
• Smallminded Wombwellers.
• Toilets on the High Street.
• You state that people in Wombwell are small minded etc. I beg to differ. Perhaps they were in the past but now we do actually go further than Barnsley for our holidays. I have travelled half the world and I know a lot more from Wombwell who have done the same. Just thought I would try and put it right that we are not cloth caps and clogs Thank you
• House values never getting higher
• People there are so small minded - they seem to be proud of the fact that they can trace back 6 generations of people who've never been further than Barnsley in their lives.

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