Lerwick
I live in the most northern town in the uk, Lerwick. "Ooh how nice" you say, "all scandinavian". We have the northern most tesco. During the 00's there has been a huge influx of junkie scousers. I got punched in the face by one. And you only get three hours of daylight in the winter. But you also get 21 hours of daylight in the summer, which is shit too, the local diy shop makes a fortune on black out blinds.

Lerwick Is rubbish I'm moving to Stevenage or Swansea
( rgordon00, Mon 2 Nov 2009, 8:59, 4 replies)

Isn't it
home to Zetnet?
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Mon 2 Nov 2009, 10:51, closed)

Apart from the weather Lerwick is probably one of the best towns to live in. The scouse junkies have effed it up a bit recently though right enough.
(lib319, Mon 2 Nov 2009, 12:46, closed)

Bad times
You haven't even mentioned how very little there is to do there either. I've been there on two separate occasions and both times were excruciatingly boring.

The 'high street' consists of one long, narrow street filled with banks and small bakeries, with a post office and some knitting shops in the middle.

There is only one night club (that I could find) in the town. Although I have never been in it, I can only imagine it being a meeting point for the local scum, chavettes and drug dealers.

Driving onto the ferry is a complete nightmare too. You have to check-in in this building that looks like an aircraft hanger, then drive out into this open courtyard with no signs anywhere telling you where to go. After finding it you have to do a 180 in the middle of the courtyard and park your car the opposite way round until being directed onto the boat.

If you happen to arrive by plane, make sure you check for any incoming aircraft before trying to navigate across the runway to get to Lerwick. Yes, you read that right. The ONLY road leading from the airport to anywhere else on the mainland leads directly across a runway. Thankfully there are traffic lights on each side to warn you when a plane is landing. The first time I noticed this phenomenon I nearly shat myself as a plane was descending to the ground about 50 feet above me.

I can't honestly think of anything good about Lerwick.
( Fat Fred too weird to live, too rare to die, Tue 3 Nov 2009, 13:06, closed)

If you want to walk around an enourmous shopping centre looking at stuff to buy and then go dancing to hardcore banging choons in a trendy club full of skinny jean wearing try hards you would probably be more sensible going to that London village in Englandshire rather than a small group of isolated islands to the north of Scotland.
(lib319, Wed 4 Nov 2009, 12:27, closed)