The story about the Basildon clock tower is true but if he really couldn't find a restaurant around town then he must be a bit of a moron.
And a bit more industry around here than just three companies. given that we are and industrial town
Rome wasn't built in a day - but Crawley was. Temporary dumping ground for bombed out cockneys - a selection of post-war municipal shantytowns have congealed around the diverse selection of roundabouts. Each shantytown has its own pub, where you can be stared at for free.
The best thing about Crawley is that it's good old-fashioned Labour voting urban blight, sticking two fingers to the rest of toffee-nosed Telegraph reading Tory West Sussex.
The reassuring thuggery of the locals is exported via an 'axis of evil' - i.e. the train to Horsham - where the Crawley 'scum' duff up and rob the Horsham 'snobs'. It has been so since 1947.
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