Plymouth is a horrible little city, its streets are wide and the wind blows deep across the soul for anybody unlucky enough to be spending time there. The nearby Devonport Dockyard not only services nuclear submarines, it also serves up squaddies who do their usual weekend punch-up thing.
It also has the ugliest shopping centre in Europe and a street plan that looks as if it was designed by Iago pretending to be Mondrian. It’s a city that just aches to beat people up and is a somewhat different place to when the Founding Fathers sailed off to America. Continue reading