Right then, for those who don't know me, I was born in Plymouth grew up on Dartmoor, and had the great misfortune to move back to Plymouth about ten years ago. So I'm clearly not trolling as it's (unfortunately for me) my home town. I regret ever having set foot in this unmitigated, Godforsaken, hellish, cramped, overcrowded, polluted, dirty, noisy, smelly little dump and am only here because I lack the money to be able to move away. There's very little in the way of culture and the arts, not much for people to do (unless they're tourists) other than get plastered of a weekend, the people are a rather unwelcoming bunch (if not outright hostile to incomers), the social climate is narrow-minded and judgmental of anyone who deviates in the least from 'the norm', the clubland is one of the most violent places I've ever had the displeasure to visit and, in general, the only good thing about Plymouth is watching it recede into the distance on those occasions when I'm pootling off somewhere else, a feeling of blessed release that, sadly, only lasts until I have to come back. I dislike city life in general, being a country lad, but I particularly HATE living in Plymouth more than anywhere else I've ever been.