Norwich is a city in Norfolk, with one mediocre view of the now defunct Bernard Matthews turkey factory. During the 11th century Norwich was allegedly the 2nd biggest city in England after London, but this fact was disputed after census tampering was revealed due to the poor literacy rate of the inhabitants (as statistic that has not improved greatly in modern times).
- 1 Loocal History
- 2 Vocabulary
- 3 Exports
- 4 Sport
- 5 Carra Ruud
- 6 Locally-Famous People
Norwich's centre of "loocal" power is Anglia Square (pron: Angla Swear), a beautiful multi-storey mock-Georgian estate building in the "shyte bit" in the North of the city, overlooking the now-empty Matthews Turkey fields. Built in 1770 it features a recently added pleasant 1960's facade, complete with "artwork". During the 2nd Norfolk-Suffolk war, the enemy extensively bombed the city, but sadly missed this bit out, despite the whole population lighting signal fires, shouting and waving flags to attract their attention. The area is also famous for being the home of HMSO or HOMS as it was known in the old days. It made books and stuff and that to export to the clever people who lived far away in the South and North and West.
Norwich is well know for having a culture based on a strong family, this has been easy for local government to maintain as there is only two of them. Any other people who live in the city are regarded as "furriners" and are subjected to harsh abuse and the occasional house torching.
Norwich has the enviable accolade of having the greatest number of Police CCTV cameras per head of population in the UK, easily beating London, Manchester and former terrorist hotspots in Northern Ireland. One crazy local inhabitant has even plotted every camera on a Google map which you can see here:
The City is twinned with Rouen, Koblenz, El Viejo and Novi Sad.
Journeys to Norwich can be enjoyed along the East Anglian Superhighway which locals feel typifies the embracing spirit of forward thinking and boundless enthusiasm for change with which the city has become so synonymous. Starting in London, the M11 (pron. Emma Lairvun) tempts you with an 18 lane mega-freeway which is adapted at the So-fuck/No-fuck border to a single unmetalled cart track with a stop/go scarecrow at the town of Evilden. All other roads to the city are along dank, misty, and fragrant (?) tow-paths. These paths are notoriously dangerous - ambushes laid by in-breds are a common occurrence.
The popular Rouen Daily Press newspaper is published fortnightly to warn the locals of full moons, new roads and immigrants, as well as providing the timetables for Cadmium air spraying.
Situated south-west of the city Norwich has its own Locust cars company which fulfills the local transport needs with a fine blend of extruded window frames and glass-fibre bodied three wheelers.
Norwich has two shopping malls, both of which are inhabited by strange, demonic, creatures with large wings and afros. The Castle Mall, perhaps the most demon-possessed of the two, is built into a hill and named after Mr and Mrs Castle. Chapelfield, the second of the Norwich malls, is said to be the last resting place of Adolf Hitler, although this is just a rumour, as all who venture into Chapelfield Mall are turned into sub-atomic soup and spat out into a parallel universe.
Norwich is known to be the in-breeding capital of the World with family relatives constantly producing 'webbed feet children'.
The Norwich dialect is proudly among the most impenetrable in the UK. This is entirely due to the loocal mistrust of outsiders - the dialect has been carefully honed over many centuries in order to make precisely no sense whatsoever to anyone not born within a day's tractor drive of the city centre.
To explain the idiosyncrasies of the language, try asking a local what the definition of jargon is... You may be confused by the response, that it's something they do to keep fit
Main exports from Norwich are:
- Colman's mustard
- Kettle chips
- Alan Partridge
- Stephen Fry
Norwich is known for its mediocre football team, Norwich City [pron. Naarrch Settee]]. It is mandatory for all spectators to dress in budgie outfits in support of the football teams emblem. They are also asked to bring cans of polish as the empty trophy cupboards dust is a killer to remove. The rugby team is no better, made up as it is of frustrated farmers, who cannot get any anal sex. Thus, they run around grabbing the opposition's testicles to get their kicks, much to the delight of Norfolk folk who seem to specialise in finding the right hole.
However, Ipswich Town Football Club (nicknamed "The Binners", for how they pride themselves in collecting rubbish left by the occasional tourist that visits once or twice every half a century) former chairman David Sheepshagger, recently stated that after being attacked and hounded out by vicious locals on tractors shouting "stab up that wasteman, he ain't nuffin blud" that he would much rather be director at their fierce rivals Norwich, despite having a football team consisting of 11 standing pegs, and that is nowadays only attended by 25,000 loyal clapping Penguins on matchdays.
However in doing this he would have to contest this position with the aptly acclaimed "Neil Doomcaster" for his works in making Norwich City the well known pub football team it is today, in a piece of agricultrual trivia, in keeping with the current owners criteria for new staff members who only "know about what Norwich City is about", u no wht i meen?
It's said that only on this basis did ex-manager Boy George lookalike Bryan Gunn get the job, despite relegating Norwich to it's lowest position in the football league in half a century, and harbouring ambitions of making the club a competitive side in the "East Anglian Combination" division, where they can finally contest a 'proper' East Anglian derby with Lowestoft Town.
The ground originated as a Nest made up of loose twigs and bark chippings. Since then it has grown into one of the funniest stadia in the European Union. Sitting alongside Morrison's and the Narridge to Yaarmuth dyke, Carra Ruud has undergone many changes. The most recent has been the renovation of the thatch on the roof of the Barclay stand - using Naarfuk reed (from Hum Base, Aisle 17 (Made in China)). Opposite is a branch of the Narridge & Pete-a-brugh Building Society - which is quite handy.
Locals turn up to watch a pile of shit every other Saturday and then go home. There are no parking facilities around the ground as none of the locals are allowed to drive but those who do anyway can't fit their tractors in a space.
Carra Ruud is twinned with Portaloo Ruud, in Ipswich, previously home to many Eastern European ladies. At weekends whole flocks of football fans are not found there, but in the local Liquid Nightclub stabbing each other with pitch forks.
Carra Ruud has many Family sections in the ground where Families can come and .... (hint Inbreeding)
Though the fine city of Norwich is not blessed with many of those forms of entertainment popular in most 21st century conurbations, residents are constantly amused by the local eccentrics, known in the area as fengibbons or, more commonly, super-heroes. These are some of the best-loved:
Special skill: Hypno Puppets that stun and mesmerise passers-by with their inane jumping up and down to Des O'Connor CD's. One puppet seems to be given the unpleasant task of occasional crotch and arse scratching as well as possible hat, glasses and wig adjustment. He is actually a multi-millionaire, having left his successful career as a merchant banker to "give something back to the people". More details on him can be found at .
Special skill: Plays a flute at ranges far beyond those of the human ear. Unfortunately the ones that are within the range of the human ear are vastly out of tune.
The Bag Lady is well renound by many dwelling in the city of Norwich. She sleeps on the main Cathederal steps at the heart of the city and can also be found in other areas in a close radius of the location.
Often seen around the area of Magdalen Street and Anglia 'Chav Central' Square, he can be easily spotted by his Tesco trolley full of rubbish and stuff that even charity shops have thrown out. Legs are always bandaged up, with puss oozing out through them onto the pavement, leaving a snail like trail wherever he goes. Possible relation to Bag Woman (see above).
Special skill: Traffic Direction. Although sadly no longer in evidence, MARIGOLD was one of Norwich's true Super Heroes, equipped with supermarket shopping trolley, fluorescent jacket or vest and bright yellow marigold gloves, and many layers of clothing. You would find him, in times of National Emergency, defending the City by standing on a traffic island directing the traffic, mainly around to the East of the City. Unfortunately, quite a few people actually took notice of what he was telling them to do resulting in the building of Norwich Union Insurance Department (Soon to be Aviva after £80,000,000 name-change - laid-off employees take note!).
Where is he now?
"The EDP can reveal that 57 year-old Marigold is alive and well, but retired from unofficial traffic duty on the city's inner ring road. Many believed Marigold had died because they had not seen him on point duty for several years."
THE INCREDIBLE MARKET TWINS
Special skill: Flower Selling and Wooing The Ladies. These two are in fact not inbred as many would believe but were conceived during a radioactive storm which altered them to look "Special". This dynamic duo work on the market flower stall by day, dressed in their usual all over blue and white costumes however by night these Twins frequent the local nightspots on a regular basis. Dressed in their matching "going out" outfits which usually includes combat pants, a very tacky shirt and sunglasses they have a reputation of being lady killers using their midget frames, massive bald heads and hilarious dance moves to woo the ladies. It is understood that although way into their late 30's these two heroes of Norwich still live at Home with their elderly Mother and Sister (these are not in fact one in the same person as was previously believed). Another strange fact about the twins is that one used to support local team Norwich City whilst the other opted to follow fierce rivals Ipswich Town. They have since joined forces to follow Ipswich.
This remarkable chap loves his sport so much he's a wannabee commentator, also known to be a bit of a Karaoke king, using not a microphone but an old 1970's transistor radio glued to one ear, you've gotta love this guy, who provides entertainment when waiting for a bus outside the central big 'D' department store. His newest hangout is the fire escape doorways leading to premier nightspot Lava down at Riverside. Lucky punters in the queue are often treated to a dance show and are invited to kick him in afterwards. Also known as "Simple Simon".
THE CARPET MEN
This lovely bunch of flute-playing men wearing carpets seems to have morphed across the many cities of Great Britain however Norwich is where they first began life as superheroes. Their fantastic musical ability wows the crowds of shoppers. However, no matter how much you enjoy their music, once you have purchased their CD and put it on at home it sounds nothing like the real thing and you are forced to take it to a charity shop.
CAR SHOUTING MAN aka JESUS
A delightful fellow who can be spotted along St.Benedict's Street, but sometimes migrates to St.Stephen's roundabout (near Iceland), where he can be seen shouting at the cars circling. Also spotted sleeping in yellow skips. He may also be recognised by his tasteful combination of socks and flip-flops worn throughout the year!
THE PRINCE OF WALES PIKIES
Norwich's only team of superheroes, usually found around the pay toilet at the bottom of Prince of Wales Road, often asleep on the cyclepath. Powered by liberal applications of Diamond White & cheap fags, they keep the cycle path free of cyclists by chasing them away at super speed.
Special skill: Mincing around Prince of Wales Road, Tombland and Cathedral Close in a grey suit which is two sizes too small whilst smirking with his head on one side. Also hypnotises people by talking to himself.
Special skill: Bearing a resemblance to David Tennant, and deciding to constantly dress as The Doctor. Can often be found at the Castle Pub making jokes about his sonic screwdriver.
50 PENCE MAN
Often seen on Castle Meadow, this rather rude chap comes up to you and asks you for 50p for "the bus" or for a "coffee", CAUTION: If you make eye contact with him or have a friendly face, he will approach. He is a fairly well dressed man, and has been seen selling the big issue in the St. Stephens Street area.
THE UNCONVINCING HOMELESS DUDE
Special Skill: "Can you spare any change Sir/Miss?" and regardless of nature of reply: "Thank you very much, have a nice day!" Very likely to be seen outside or near The Rock Collection as this is where he spends all the money he has "earnt" during the day, normaly on Heavy Metal band posters, at times on his train fare to his home town of Newmarket. The Unconvincing Homeless Dude began his local work in the late Summer of 2008 when he was 15. He achieves his look by being extremely scruffy, in the past this has involved long untidy hair, smudged make-up, a melancholic demeanor, various Heavy Metal band t-shirts, and ill-fitting combat trousers, today he can be seen with rather shorter yet just as untidy hair, no make-up, the same melancholic demeanor, a wider, more underground selection of tops, with the occasional repeats of those past-seen, and jeans with rips in the knees to add extra hobo authenticity, by looking scruffy in the ways listed above, The Unconvincing Homeless Dude fools the rich and/or elderly and/or retarded into thinking he is in fact homeless. Thereby doing so, "earning" his precious 20p's collected in a chip cone that he found in a bin. Other ACTUAL homeless people (tramps, bums, hobos etc.) can tell that The Unconvincing Homeless Dude is not a true homeless and often tell him to go home to his mummy when he is in The Salvation Army's midnight soup queue. Other people who know his true life are some of the local mutants he proudly calls friends, to whom he is known as "Twat Face."