Stephen says:
Looking at these photos scares me.
Why?

Scals says:
That'll be the urban desolation and the fact that it's a festering
sinkhole that's constantly on the verge of a colossal race riot.
Bretton itself was accidentally designed by Alastair Bretton, an
absinthe abusing opium sot and master of the dark arts who wandered
into Peterborough City Council offices one day with a fistful of
diagrams which, he claimed, were a map of the fabled tenth circle of
Hell. Currently at a loss for what to do with 'a bunch of Irish' the
City had recently gained, the Town Planning Authority seized upon the
plans and used them to build Bretton. References to the 'nightmare
geometries of Hell' were curiously absent from the promotional
material. Alastair was paid handsomely for his contribution and got to
live out his days in a mad doll's house attic which he had specially
built in, oooh, let's say Stamford.

What's more terrifying is that, arguably, we lived there when it was
at its peak. Where would you go out now if you were 18 in 'Boro?

Nik Says:
Agreed, it is scary.

As for going out - "The Broadway Strip" of course where you can drink & fight to your heart's content as any hope you have of escape is secretly sucked out of you by the hope powered reactors buried deep below the city's surface. How else can they keep the lights on without resorting to a slash and burn policy across Dogsthorpe?

Stephen says:
When were you last there?

Scals says:
I was back there at Christmas. Given the auspicious date Nick was back
there yesterday attending to the birth of the Dark Lord, He who walks
backwards and is Legion. How was that Nick? Did you settle on a gift
in the end?

Nik Says:
Yeah - I went for the "Man at Body Shop" gift set in the end because leading the apocalypse is dirty work and, as we all know, I like to smell nice.

Mat says:
I know it lacks a pulse and can be a bit crap but I did enjoy walking around taking the shots below (it must be 4 or 5 years ago now). I like thinking about hanging out over the park or some of the walks back from town. Some of it sucked but on the whole it wasn't that bad. (Is the nostalgia thing just blinding me???)

Hey, at least it was good to hang out over my house. Roleplay a bit. Trip a bit. Par-tay. Go to Nik's and watch the shadow of the hanging flowers march up the wall. Drink beer and walk into the the Chinese take-away's window (no it wasn't beer. What was THAT drink). Climb schools. The usual...

Bretton