BEDFORD IS BAD-FORD

This week I upped my Bedford visit count for 2008 to 5. THIS IS FIVE MORE TIMES THAN ONE SHOULD VISIT BEDFORD IN A YEAR. Although my reasons for going were pretty much compulsory (I had to interview some guy about homelessness for a uni assignment), the 45 minute bus journey complete with the pathetic fallacy of doom and gloomy clouds pretty much describes Bedford. Doom and Gloom.

Just a small list of reasons.

- Their Nandos is shit, and gave my dad food poisoning.

- There are only three gigs going on at Esquires for the foreseeable future, and they're all shit.

- There's no inbetween between chavs and emo gothy people. NONE.

- It takes 45 MINUTES TO GET THERE FROM NEWPORT PAGNELL.

- Their Primark mens' section is crap, and there's no Topman.

- It's like home to two of my exes (break-up reasons: one was far too clingy, the other had a vagina)

- THE BUS STATION STINKS OF PISS

- Heightened fear of being mugged

- Where the hell did their Subway go?

No offence to Bedfordians, but it's really far from a grand place. There's a really good Chinese restaurant there though. Small consolation.