We Hate Pershore

"You can't deeply, fully know a town," he said, "if you love it. Loving it, you're charmed by surfaces. To deeply, fully know a town, you've got to hate it, loathe it, loathe it with an unquenchable fiery passion.You've got to be consumed by a need to learn all its rotten shameful secrets and use them against it, find its hidden cancers and feed them until they metastasize into apocalyptic tumors. You've got to live for the day when its every stone and stick will be wiped forever from the face of the earth."

Punchinello Beezo, 'Life Expectancy' by Dean Koontz

Pershore is a small market town in the middle of Worcestershire. On the surface, it is just like any normal small town, though prolonged contact with the locals ("Pershorites") soon dispells that myth. Pershore has a population of approximately 7,304 (aged 15+), split into 3,227 households, with 44.8% of these being 55 years old or older (National Census 2001). Women outnumber the men by 556 (presumably they bore or hen-peck them to death?). The local council is Wychavon, one of the laziest, most spendthrift, yet expensive councils in the area.

Visit the link below and read the comments people have made about Pershore.

http://www.knowhere.co.uk/259_goodbad.html

These are genuine comments from real people, which says it all really! Our only personal comments would be that the Talbot Inn is no longer full of yobs, and since changing hands a small number of years ago, has become a rather decent place to eat and drink. In fact, when People ask us about Pershore, we say that The Talbot is its only redeeming feature. Also, we don't think the youths can be held solely to blame for the people being "generally annoying, obnoxious, unfriendly, nasty and rude, and who wouldn't hesitate to beat up they're own grandmothers" - from personal experience, we would say the grandmothers are often the worst culprits.