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“Imagine, if you will, being bummed by a rabid bulldog with aids while it bites your crotch and shits all over you. Swindon's like that, only you probably wouldn't enjoy it as much.”
“"What is it like being dead?" - "Have you ever been to Swindon?”
“"Dis place is da Shizzle brova. I luv it ere and so doz mi hommies in da Swindon Massive. Brap!" ”
Swindon, is a large roundabout in the British county of Wiltshire (or Wiltshite) in South-West England. It lies close to the busy M4 motorway, one of the most unpleasantly busy roads in the area. This proximity continues Swindon's historical association with rapid transport links, an association which is widely regarded as one of its prime advantages, allowing, as it does, rapid egress from the place in a wide array of directions. The town was populated in the late 1960s by roundabout enthusiasts from around the world (mostly the UK and Poland) who made a pilgrimage to the town and found it to be such a lovely place that they made permanent residence. Their retarded ancestors still roam the area today, building more and more junctions in honor of their predecessors.
The irrepresent tossers that fill this depressing town are quite frankly the scum of the earth (and I'm talking from experience). Here is a quick walk-through guide on how to counteract these damned souls.
First, if one of these stinky tramps approaches you in the streets, don't panic, just say a sentence that does not contain a swear word, or the word "init" and they will be stumped. So just stay calm, try and talk them out of it - whatever they are attempting to do, eg: "rob you up," "do your bitch," "tax you up real good". All these are very avoidable situations, as will become apparent when one understands that all these "chavs" have avoided vitamins and any form of healthy, nutritious food - you can easily out run them. Remember: whoever you are (unless you're French), you are better than anyone living in Swindon.
During pre-Roman times, the present site of Swindon is believed to have been part of a peat bog which occupied most of North Wiltshire. This goes a long way to explain its absence from the historical record.
The Romans drained the bog, built settlements, summoned the leaders of the local tribes and told them (in Latin, of course), "Et nunc, reges, intelligite, erudimini, qui judicati terram", which roughly translates as: "Knah wha I mean?, Doin' me 'ed in, Look at my face, Awrigh mayte". As soon as the Romans were out of the way, the leaders reverted to the local customs of cider drinking and masturbation in front of images of local goddesses, and before long civilisation was nothing but a hungover memory (though a memory which persists to the present day).
The first recognisable quasi-human settlement of which we have more than the foundations was built by refugees from the nearby city of Bath, who scavenged the midden heap which had accumulated at the site. In fact, the name Swindon is a corruption of "Swine Dun" or "Pig Hill", so named because later inhabitants, seeing the remnants of the crude buildings, believed them to be pigsties.
edit The Industrial Revolution
The fortunes of the town changed greatly during the Industrial Revolution as it was at the confluence of two major canals. These new avenues of travel brought in a higher class of itinerant wastrel, and the expanding population thrived on the ever-increasing quantities of waste which accumulated as a result.
The next chapter in the sordid tale of Swindon came when the pioneering venture capitalist Isengard Kingston-Blythe Balthazaar Brunel III chose it as the source of the unskilled labour force he needed to tear up the countryside in preparation for his new railway. Once Brunel fully appreciated the native wit and intelligence of the natives, he brought in immigrants from Ireland and Norfolk in a successful attempt aimed at increasing the average local IQ to the point at which he was able to build his locomotive engineering works. The quality of the work turned out at Swindon explained why, from the 1950s on, the British railway network functioned with trains that were able to run at half the speed of those on the Continent. The final locomotives turned out at Swindon were able to reach speeds in excess of 100MPH in a mere 5 seconds, provided the cliff was high enough.
edit The Great Swindon Wall
Between the year of 1991 to 2005 Swindon was divided in two halves, as a consequence of the super market wars, in the East was the Asda and co-op coalition governing from the Swindon Holiday Inn parliament, notably an anarchic state. In the West was the Tesco dictatorship, ruled from Swindon Bus station palace, an authoritarian, utilitarian state, with a strong military of 50,000 men, around half it's population, due to strict conscription. The wall had been constructed by the swindon council, who had been exiled from to town two week after it's construction, both powers either side of the wall, and so had formed an ineffective parliament the village outside of Swindon, Highworth. In 2005 the Swindon council formed an alliance with the UN, determined to recover Swindon for themselves. Air strikes began in 5th of April, over the course of the next week, the center of Swindon was flattened killing innumerable civilians and causing Tesco dictator to take his own life with a cyanide pill in his bunker. In the bombing a section of the wall was destroyed, creating a flow o people desperate to escape their regimes. The next morning the UN and council forces enter the flattened Town center to reform the council's power over Swindon. Over the following period town center was rebuilt only shitter, and demolished to rest of the wall.
edit The second industrial revolution
In the second Industrial Revolution, Soichiro Honda (Lifetime Mayor by Conquest) closed the Locomotive Works, turned out the entire workforce, and brought in a small army of humanoid Japanese robots to make motor cars on the site. This, with crack dealing and topless modelling, constitutes the main economic activity of modern Swindon.
edit C virus infestation
Worthy of note also is the rapid viral spread of the horrific "C" (chavism) virus that has within the last two years torn its way through Swindon and the surrounding boroughs. Although it is not yet understood how this virulent, mutated form of rabies spread to Swindon, it is believed it may have spread through sexual transmission originating in magpies, thus leading to the insatiable appetite for the shiny metallic objects that adorn the Alpha males in the populace.
Martial law up until three months ago had ensured the quarantine of the potent foreign mutation until calls from C virus infected lawyers and local MPs ensured a Bill of Chav Rights, thus halting military aggression towards the infected.
Swindon action against the C virus is rapidly dying, and chavs are being found on almost every corner, listening to N-Dubz and raping grandmothers. What has the world come to, stupid magpies and their stupid sexytime? It is crucial uopn sighting a chav in the Swindon area that you walk up towards them, stare at them, nod your head and say 'NO'. Their small minds will easily be confused, and they will go and die in a hole, whilst trying to put a hat on incorrectly.
The local council have very helpfully ensured that the worst areas of Swindon all start with a 'P'. Pinehurst, Penhill, and Park North/South are fine examples of chav-run depressed areas of the town. These areas are to be avoided by the casual tourist at all costs. Even Posher "P" areas are becoming chav-infested, such as Peatmoor and the Prinnels.
If you are interested in gang warfare, Friday night in blackbird leys and some special days in Eldene provide the best place to get stabbed, mugged, shanked and mashed all at the same time.
One fascinating feature of hardcore Swindonians is their ability to defend to the death any attack on their beloved Swindon. The local newspaper briefly ran a "Swindon, and Proud Of It" campaign to encourage locals to 'wear the brand' and represent all that is good about Swindon. The campaign has all but died, probably due to lack of support. Then again, it might just be that after thinking for a while on the good things about Swindon, the best thing anyone could come up with is "we aren't French."
Another event of great significance to the indigenous population of Swindon would be the annual Wroughton Carnival - located in the nearby village of Wroughton.s. This includes an afternoon of children throwing coins at people standing on trailers pulled by tractors, and then the competition to see who can pass out from excessive alcohol consumption in the evening. Only the lucky few would not get harassed by one of the local 'badmen' on this night of nights.
The local delicacy are Doughnuts, which can be purchased from stalls in the town centre run by the Mafia.
edit Public transport
- The wonderful local transport, Thamesdown Transport LTD is partly owned by the council. The drivers are pleasantly obnoxious, scruffy and downright rude, the most popular routes are notoriously known as the Number 17 Scumbag Run (which runs through three of the notorious "P" names). For a single fare of £1.60, (now £1.70 due to capitalism) you can see the delights of these fabulously scummy areas, but please have hard hats and stab-proof vests at the ready as these routes are one of the busiest, full of chavs and grannies. Be aware that you may not be able to find a vacant seat on one of these buses, due to the Penhill teenage preggo 12 year olds and their double buggies, grannies with their four-by-four trollies, smackheads, drug dealers and knife-wielding hoodies. If you do decide to visit the Penhill area, be sure to pop in to the local pub, The Deer's Leap. However, prior to doing so, please insure you have a registered NHS dentist who can repair your teeth at short notice.
- The main means of transport for the underaged are mopeds. These hair driers on wheels feature an L plate and, most probably, a dickhead riding it. .
- Alternatively if you plan to visit West Swindon, you may wish to take the "Toothill Taxi", a helicopter service run by the local Constabulary. Simply flag the driver down with a hand-held green laser. (Please bear in mind that this service only runs from midnight-2am on Friday and Saturdays)