Mine: Dismal Shopping Trip.
The neutron bomb stored in the arsenals of the superpowers is designed to kill people without harming the buildings. The opposite has happened in Scunthorpe in Lincolnshire. The infrastructure is dead but somehow the people have managed to survive (but only just) and are picking their way through the concrete ruins. That's the impression I got today when entering Scunthorpe. The whole town is best described as a soulless outdoor shopping arcade consisting of discount shops, pregnant teenage horrors pushing prams, I heard one shout at her brown "Bairn" (who was whinging to go into that gourmet eatery MacDonalds) "Shut the fuck up Nokia! you can have a sausage roll instead". We walked/ran back to the car, I gave my "Pay and display" parking ticket with two hours time left to a grateful old man. Then we headed down to Meadowhall and had a much nicer time there.