I hate Hunstanton

Can we start some kind of blogger campaign to wipe Hunstanton off the face of the planet?

I've decided that it is the one place on the planet that is totally and irredeemably without merit. I spent only two hours there today and I was on the verge of topping myself. I found myself sitting in a god awful nautical-themed pub and vaguely wondering which of the sailor's knots on a diagram on the wall would be best used to make a noose.

Actually after two hours I wasn't just intent on topping myself. I was making plans to take a lot of the people in Hunstanton out with me. Those poor unfortunate proles for whom Hunstanton is a holiday destination! I realised that a lot of the people in the pub with me had chosen to be there, and that put me in a deep state of depression regarding the British public.

It's not because it's a brash fish-and-chips seaside town, other seaside towns are just the same, but they add a healthy dose of camp and kitch to the mix. Hunstanton somehow manages to be tacky, old fashioned and noisy without for a moment managing to be camp or kitch. I pride myself at being able to find a level where I can enjoy a situation. "Yes, this is naff... but it's enjoyably naff!" Hunstanton hasn't got a level. It's a bottomless pit of awfulness.

I realise this post is pretty pointless, you've likely never even heard of Hunstanton or you've heard about it and have no intention of visiting. But I needed to get that out of my system.

Come friendly bombs and rain on Hunstanton!