I was walking past the job centre yesterday and saw a young man outside dressed casually, smoking a cigarette.
'Beautiful day isn't it.' I remarked.
'What're you talking to me for!?' He shouted.
This was not the reply I expected from a young man trying to get onto the job ladder. So I put on my best condescending tone and said;
'Excuse me! Who - do - you - think - you're - talking - to!?'
'Move on old man. You don't know me.' he practically spat in my face.
But I stood my ground till he huffed and puffed and skulked off down Stert street; cigarette in hand. When he was gone I went inside the job centre and gave them an exact description of him and said I had seen him working as a cash in hand contract cleaner at the trading estate. That'll show him, no more dole money for you sonny Jim.
Abingdon Truth
Saturday, 12 January 2013
Friday, 11 January 2013
Big Window is Too Big

Abingdon people want their windows to look like windows; not gaping giant portals into another universe. To add insult to injury, there is a window right next to it that is just as big. What sort of enterprise needs gargantuan windows this big? The only enterprise I can think of; is the starship enterprise; I can easily imagine Captain Jean Luc Piccard and Lieutenant Wharf staring out of one of these oversized pieces of glass into the depths of another solar system. I'd compare this so called precinct 'facelift', to most of the surgical procedures performed on the late Michael Jackson's face; botched and irreparable.
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Thursday, 10 January 2013
Abingdon's Precinct Ruined Forever
Town planners have used millions of pounds of tax payers money to surgically remove any last shred of character from Abingdon's precinct. Not only does it have a 'Greggs' and a 'Pound Shop' but it has now had a cheap looking homogenised makeover to look like every other precinct in the country. Just go to Didcot, Kidlington, Wantage or any other small town in Britain and you will see that their shopping precincts have had the exact same tasteless facelift. Some may have a 'Greggs' and some may have a 'Percy Ingle', some may have a 'Starbucks' and some may have a 'Costa'; but basically they are all the same place.
They built that fake castle in Oxford; could they not have applied the same principles to Abingdon's precinct; at least giving some shops tacky faux tudor facades. Instead of this gaudy red brick and yellow sandstone theme that seems to be pervading all of England's shopping centres. If you have eyes and any grip whatsoever on aesthetics you will see that it looks horrible and needs to be torn down to ruble and left as blitz-kreig-esque memorial to the days of yor.
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