There is a ring of desolation surrounding the outer boroughs of London, made up of the "New Towns" constructed after the second world war.  Designed to house the filthy dregs of the largely criminal stock of the East End, the founding fathers of these shit holes have passed down to the current generation all of their worst traits. A godawful fucking accent that makes a mockery of the English language, a predilection for supporting West Ham, and a rose tinted fondness for the awful slop that