I'm going to answer this question seriously. I'm not very well travelled, but my family have a knack of living in or near atrocious places. Milton Keynes, Southwark sink estates (before inner London was a good place to live), Romford, etc etc. I've also stayed and explored some truly horrid places in the UK, Toxteth in the early 90s was a bit grim, as was Newcastle at around the same time. I've been lost in Northampton, beaten up in Ilford, lived in squats with no toilet facilities or roof and with incontinent feral cats roaming around the place, been attacked with knives by drunk ulstermen in tottenham, breathed the tyre factory air in edmonton, and slept on railway benches in peterborough. However, in all my life I haven't ever had as miserable time as the thirty six hours I spent in Birmingham following Crufts dog show in 1998. Each and every person I met appeared to be on a personal mission from god to make my life and that of my girlfriend an absolute misery. I have never been back to that rude, arrogant, abusive, violent shithole, and come the revolution I'm going to have it raized to the ground and all mention of its existence purged from history.