Slammanan is
here. I rode into town from Falkirk, having just seen the wheel, about 11am on a sunday morning. I admit I was surprised to have to avoid a sofa with it's stuffing ripped out in the middle of the t-junction in the village centre. Not as surprised as I was to see it's once matching armchair burnt out on the pavement outside a take-away eatery
The corner shop had 4 youngsters coming out of it, each with a 4 pack, on the opposite side of the road was a pub. There was a group of local chaps stood outside, and when I was about level with them, one of them threw a half empty can of Tennants at me and shouted "F**k off you c**t". Discretion being the better part of valour I hastily pedalled on, left past the library, and over the mini roundabout and I was gone. Well I say mini-roundabout, it would maybe be more accurate to say dead labrador
What a crapping sh
ite hole