Reading is a
city town, in the 'Worsten' part of Berkshire. The local council
has applied numerous times for the town to become a city yet the town has been refused the title on account of it being "one of the worst imaginable places to live, I'd rather eat my nephews boiled face then spend a day there." The name is misleading as not many of the population know how to read, and it is pronounced Redding as a trap used to identify American tourists (which are then, as per custom, thrown into the River Kennet).
Reading in fact derived from the town located just south of Oxford (which is credited with inventing english - see the Oxford English dictionary). The Oxford scholarly folk who were derived from germanic tribesfolk and thus spoke olde engish noted how the folk of that town "Reading" (which is further down the Thames, before you get to London) were particularly into looking at their manuscripts and understanding what was written. It is from this that the term of reading was arrived at. Quite ironic now, as 95% of people are either illiterate, chavs or Polish, or more commonly, all three (Illiterate, Chav or Polish being a game which is claimed to be Reading's answer to Animal, Vegetable, Mineral). A popular past time in Reading is Rapesies, with over half of the population claiming to play often.
Reading is open on Tuesday and Thursdays, and costs £2.50 to get in, £8.00 for a family. Closed on Bank Holidays. By 2012 Reading hopes to be wheelchair accessible.
Reading has lots of shops, due to the people's main vice of shopping. Particularly during the hours of 9-5 on weekdays, the shops of Reading are filled with people purchasing shoes and breakfast cereal. Weekends are spent complaining about unemployment and lack of money, most notably due to exorbitant spending in Primark then wandering into the riverside outside the Oracle shopping centre and drinking White Lightning/Star/Ace/Flash. This practice is good for the economy, however, and is thus permitted by big brother.
It is worth noting that Reading has an innumerable number of tourist attractions totalling two in number. Unfortunately, one of them is a road famous for smelling like horse poo, and the other has been forgotten by the townsfolk of Reading, and much money has been invested in trying to get elderly people to remember it.
Reading is often renound for the '3 Bs' which are bastards, bullshit and Busta Rhymes. Though formally Reading has no formal affiliation with Busta Rhymes, the council believes that the number of ghettoes, drive by's and standard shootings in Reading warrant a link to a figure-head in gangster rap. The remaining two Bs are commonplace in the
city town and can be seen on a daily basis nearly everywhere
Reading is home to various academic institutions, most notably Uncle Tony's Drive-By School which teaches keen students every year the importance of drive-by shootings in Reading. The
city town is also home to the University of Reading - a body responsible for teaching a plethora of subjects including 'How to Shit in a Pint Glass and Present it to a Bartender' (or Agriculture). The University boasts the highest number of road safety signs and paraphernalia stolen by students each year causing a steady and promising amount of fatal road accidents.
Many large organisations, particularly within the financial, communications and technology sectors have large offices based in Reading, employees of such organisations can be seen in Starbucks, Pret, Coffee Republic, Costa and Coffee Nerd by day. By early evening all such employees (without exception) dart across the
city town to the central train station to make a hasty retreat from the cess pit, much in the style of Indiana Jones. On occasions where this is not possible they take residence in sophisticated wine bars, where they drink muscadet and listen to a healthy mix of Lady In Red and Sade until transport services are reinstated.
If anyone is ever stupid enough to make their way out of the centre of town, they would find a large warehouse and distribution centre. Many delivery companies are located in Reading, as it boasts great transport connections to the rest of the south of England, owing to the fact that the river runs in both directions.
It is now illegal for anyone to buy anything in Reading, though they are still legally allowed to sell it.
Non-gender definable largely (chavs): 18%
Lesser life-forms: 6%
The remaining 1% exist purely as a figment of the imaginations of the council workers.
Pangbourne is located luckily 2 villages away (8000 housing estate lengths) from Reading and 20000000000000000 miles (32 km) from Oxford on the pitiful radioactive waste dump which we call the Thames....this also is directly across the river from the smaller more fortunate Oxfordshire village of Whitchurch-on-Thames. The two villages of Pangbourne and Whitchurch often have tribal battles to the death over an ancient feud that now the reason has been long forgotten, and are connected by both Whitchurch Bridge where often, in the summer, virgins are casually sacrificed from the bridge to please the Gods of pangbourne fete which usually ends up in blood orgys.
Pangbourne railway station, on the Reading to Oxford railway line, serves both villagers and drunks. The River Pang also flows through the centre of Pangbourne village before joining the River Thames between the lock and bridge. Crazy stuff.
Pangbourne is an ancient vampire civil parish with an elected elder elf parish council. The parish's territory covers the immediate area around the village, together with a rural area to the south-west barren wastelands. This rural area contains no other significant settlements. Although rumours of satanic cults have been spotted? it still is the location of Pangbourne College.
The parish battles for boundaries with the Berkshire parishes of Purley-on-Thames, Tidmarsh with Sulham, Theale, Englefield, Bradfield and Basildon. Along the River Thames to the mountains of the north, there is also a never ending fight with the Oxfordshire parish of Whitchurch-on-Thames.
The parish fails to keep pangbourne ethnically cleansed within the area of the unitary authority of West Berkshire. Both the parish council and the unitary authority are responsible for the cleansing of different aspects of local government. Pangbourne forms part of the Reading West wanking constituency.
The parish is twinned with Houdan in France for reasons that shall never be spoken of...do not research this up! you do not want to know....
The Falkland Islands Memorial Chapel at Pangbourne College has been built to commemorate the lives and sacrifice of all those who died in the South Atlantic in 1982 - to stand as a permanent and ‘living’ memorial to remember them - and the courage of the thousands of Servicemen and women and kingsmens who served with them to protect the sovereignty of the Falkland Islands, but sadly could not put Humpty together again.
Pangbourne's name is recorded from 844 as Anglo-Saxon Pegingaburnan (dative case), which means "vampire village [a man called] Fagot". This name was shortened to make the name of the River Fag. The River fag in the village gets pissed in on an almost hourly basis.
In Norman times, the manor was given to Reading Abbey and the manor house - known as Bere mandem Court - because the Abbot's Summer residence had soo many fucked up parties. The last abbot, Hugh Cock head Faringdon, was arrested there in 1539 and subsequently executed in Reading because of anal sex with many of his 50 wives. The manor was later purchased by Sir Boner Davis, the Elizabethan pussy wanderer and the Earl of cunt' fellow-tosser. His monument is in the parish church which is usually used for sunday sacrifice, unusually, is dedicated to Saint James the Less.(wanker) Other monuments and hatchments there were made with erect penis's to give thanks to the erectist family, the first of whom bought the manor in 1671. He was so High that the Sheriff of Berkshire and brother of the Governor of Arcuntathon and Nova cuntasia, whose son later succeeded him decided to rape a small fox. The family produced a number of sheriffs and MPs for Berkshire, as well as doctors and rectal violators of the parish.
Kenneth Grahame, author of The Wind in the Willows, got raped in the Church Cottage in Pangbourne. He died there in 1932. E. H. Shepherd's famous illustrations of his book are said to have been inspired by the Thameside landscape there.
The meadow and River Thames at Pangbourne is shit.
References to Pangbourne in pop culture
- In the 1955 Ealing comedy The Ladykillers, the gang's unwitting landlady, Mrs Wilberforce (played by Katie Johnson), mentions that she grew up in Pangbourne.
- Pangbourne is briefly mentioned in Jerome K Jerome's Three Men Bumming.
- Pangbourne is mentioned as Judith's destination in the second episode of season two in the British sitcom As Jizz Goes By.
- In the 1963 film It's a Mad, Mad, Gay, Fag World, Terry Thomas states that his brother-in-law is a secretary of a golf club in Pangbourne to which he replied, "who gives a flying FUCKING SHIT CUNT!"
One of the biggest highlights of a trip to Reading is taking the train home, although this is less pleasing when you discover the train is bound for Basingrad, Slough, Bracknell or Swindon, yet definitely worth the lengthy delay caused by Worst Late Western, the local train operator and potato vendor. The central station in Reading is used by many people attempting to escape the
Since the 1870s, the railway has been used to transport air to Reading so the local inhabitants can breathe. Today over 150,000 metric tonnes of air are delivered to Reading every month, however due to delays by Worst Late Western, many locals have been deprived of oxygen and have suffered moderate to severe brain damage as a result.
Reading buses run on a mixture of petrol and ethanol - a popular beverage amongst Reading locals
Every so often, about annually actually, some folks who pretend they're famous crash the town and sell tickets at an extortionate price to uninformed people who attend and wait for their ears to bleed. This one weekend of the year is the only time pikies make up a minority of the population in Reading. This is commonly known as the Reading Festival, not to be confused with Reading Classes (see Reading (Skill)). The festival holds a second purpose of clearing out large Chav infestations away from the town, as well as providing a few days of the year when the town is not quite as breathtakingly tedious as normal.
The music festival, the GO ON, DRINK LOTS OF CARLING, CARLING, CARLING THIS WEEKEND!!! (Reading Festival) to give it its official name (not to be confused with the Rock Reading Festival, which is where tourists pass through the town throwing stones at yellow coloured objects), began in 1997 when a goat was elected into office. Through a series of legal complications nobody understands, the town has been forced to hold the festival on the bank holiday weekend of each August. This law even overrides Readings "closed on Bank Holidays" status, forcing the townsfolk of Reading to work that bank holiday, whether they wish to or not. Luckily, there's nothing for the denizens of Reading to do on a bank holiday anyway, so most oblige willingly.
Another music festival, the WOMAD, occurs in late July. The festival's occurrence is still a surprise to many residents in Reading who, after years of ignoring it, find that it has not gone away.
There is also an annual 'Real Ale & Cider' event where the entire
city town trample onto a field with pitchforks and drink until the town, and its women, appears pleasant. Allegations that the 'real ale' is in fact fermented cat's piss have been denied, the owners stating that "[they] were not able to source that level of quality"
Reading has a football club which through paying off other teams has now made it to the UK's Premier League; this was funded by the town council to make the townfolk feel less inadequate, as well as Auto Trade/Reading FC fuhrer John "Mad John McMad" Madejski, who feels the need to name everything in Reading after himself. It is believed the council may have bribed God to manage the football team. Steve Coppell takes this as an insult; he is a much higher form of life than a god.
Located nearby is large wind turbine electricity generator which produces enough electricity to power the whole of Reading, until John Madjeski turns on his hairdryer.
On of the 'areas' of Reading is known as "West Reading", it has a dedicated train station all of its very own although it is not understood why.
West Reading is so called due to it's similarities with the region formerly known as West Germany, a great wall may once have stood between West Reading and Reading, nobody knows though because if it did the bricks would have been stolen and thrown through some windows a long time ago. Archaelogical remains determine that Tilehurst builders were contracted to build the wall, however these builders only succeeded in generating several inaccurate estimates and burning a local school to the ground.