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!
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!




(apologies for the obligatory Blackadder misquote)
Having stopped off at Hunstanton in August (on a family day out) on our way to Wells-next-the-Sea (almost as bad) I think I know how you feel.
Also, on my list of equally depressing experiences are - car boot sales, jumble sales, secondhand shops (especially bric-a-brac) and foreign "mass-appeal" tourist destinations complete with english fish and chip shops, and not forgetting english theme pubs.
Think I'll go and listen to Gloomy Sunday, sung by Carol Kidd. :(
To quote Eddie Izzard "emotionally twinned with Felixstowe" but I've never been there!
Bet you don't feel any better for your day at the seaside.
Hunstanton, Hunstan.., Hunst,...
No wonder you hate it ;)
As for Hunstanton, its kinda one of those unfortunate place names.. Like Godalming
I must confess I've never heard of Hunstanton, but I've been to Whitby and that was a shock to the system thats for sure. Ofcourse there is always Kings Lynn...
As for bombing the place..... I'm not sure, since to be honest I rather like the fact that it takes twenty minutes to see everything but an hour to walk round.
It reminds me of a joke about Bradford.
*NEWS FLASH*
A 15 meg-ton warhead exploded today over Bradford city centre. Experts have stated that the damage could reach £6.42.
I live there and it is proudly Victorian,all very odd,but look at those Victorians! Oscar was right!
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