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On 17/06/2024 at 15:01, Section_31 said:

The troubled son of famed chef Marco Pierre White been jailed for robbing a Grade II-listed cafe after he was identified by the distinctive tattoos on his legs while escaping from a window.

Marco Pierre White Jr is serving a 41-week prison sentence after being caught smashing into a Bath delicatessen with a champagne bottle and stealing £250 in May.

The 29-year-old was identified by authorities after his trousers fell down revealing his distinctive tattoos on his legs.

 

His dad should be put behind bars as well.  His food is shocking.

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My grandsons team got free tickets to watch Wigan athletic play at Christmas.

 

We went outside the pub we were meant meet at. Some fella walked out. Drank his pint, puked on floor then walked in. My grandson said " think he's ill grandad"

 

 

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8 minutes ago, littletedwest said:

My grandsons team got free tickets to watch Wigan athletic play at Christmas.

 

We went outside the pub we were meant meet at. Some fella walked out. Drank his pint, puked on floor then walked in. My grandson said " think he's ill grandad"

 

 


Wigan is a fucking wild place, in an utterly bleak way.

 

Ive only had one night out there but its hedonism without any semblance of fun, excitement, pleasure or intrigue.

 

Literally go pub, drink until vomiting, fight in kebap shop, eat kebap, fuck something, anything and then sleep in the street.

 

I was refused access to a club as, I quote, ‘you were in here last week fighting’. I’d never been to Wigan before. I queried this and the bouncer said ‘I just didn’t like you jacket and couldn’t just say that, but you’re still not coming in’

 

Cool.

 

 

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Just now, Bruce Spanner said:


Wigan is a fucking wild place, in an utterly bleak way.

 

Ive only had one night out there but its hedonism without any semblance of fun, excitement, pleasure or intrigue.

 

Literally go pub, drink until vomiting, fight in kebap shop, eat kebap, fuck something, anything and then sleep in the street.

 

I was refused access to a club as, I quote, ‘you were in her last week fighting’. I’d never been to Wigan before. I queried this and the bouncer said ‘I just didn’t like you jacket and couldn’t just say that, but you’re still not coming in’

 

Cool.

 

 

Wiganners are quite sound to be fair. They are definitely a weird breed. All the lads look the same with tattoos, steroid bodies and same haircuts but generally easy enough to get along with or have a scrap if you fancy.

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3 minutes ago, Elite said:

Wiganners are quite sound to be fair. They are definitely a weird breed. All the lads look the same with tattoos, steroid bodies and same haircuts but generally easy enough to get along with or have a scrap if you fancy.


I’ve no qualm with them, in fact the opposite, I find them curious and enjoyed with a sense of wry detachment.

 

They are completely comfortable with who they are, and that’s no small thing, still a bleak night out though for someone on human safari.

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3 minutes ago, Bruce Spanner said:


Wigan is a fucking wild place, in an utterly bleak way.

 

Ive only had one night out there but its hedonism without any semblance of fun, excitement, pleasure or intrigue.

 

Literally go pub, drink until vomiting, fight in kebap shop, eat kebap, fuck something, anything and then sleep in the street.

 

I was refused access to a club as, I quote, ‘you were in here last week fighting’. I’d never been to Wigan before. I queried this and the bouncer said ‘I just didn’t like you jacket and couldn’t just say that, but you’re still not coming in’

 

Cool.

 

 

It was 11am mate. Yeah from leigh so been out in Wigan hundreds of times. Never had any trouble. Once had a bouncer throw me out for being pissed. I knew him from gym.  

When I was in gym I told another bloke he threw me out.

 

Next week he told me he'd threatened him. Didn't even know him that well.

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On 29/06/2024 at 21:28, Elite said:

Wiganners are quite sound to be fair. They are definitely a weird breed. All the lads look the same with tattoos, steroid bodies and same haircuts but generally easy enough to get along with or have a scrap if you fancy.


My mate lived there for a bit and I visited him from down south one weekend. We went to some sports bar to watch Utd v Pompey in the cup. Pompey scored and I shouted “fucking get in” and you could hear a pin drop. A mistake I didn’t make at the final whistle when Pompey won that’s for sure. 

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Once got threatened in Wigan on a night out. There had been a Wigan/St Helen’s rugby league game earlier in the day, and the fucking dolts were insisting I was a St Helen’s fan because I had a Scouse accent. I suppose telling them I wasn’t interested in rugby league didn’t help.

 

Decent pies, mind.

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3 hours ago, Anubis said:

Once got threatened in Wigan on a night out. There had been a Wigan/St Helen’s rugby league game earlier in the day, and the fucking dolts were insisting I was a St Helen’s fan because I had a Scouse accent. I suppose telling them I wasn’t interested in rugby league didn’t help.

 

Decent pies, mind.

I was in Wigan town centre one afternoon on the day of one of those games and there was a really dodgy atmosphere. 

It was just before I met my Mrs so 1983.

 

Went in The Bees Knees for a pint and literally seconds later it kicked off outside.

The doors got locked and we were in there for a half an hour or so while there was a running battle outside.

 

Living in Skem we used to go to Wigan a fair bit for the clubs, Wigan Pier, Tiffs and some bars.

The girls loved the scouse lads, the lads hated us.

It was a pain in the arse tbh as I got caught in a few scraps there. Never went looking for them mind, the accent made you a target.

 

 

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