The locals call Stanningley Bottom, the town street, Stanningley Arsehole for a reason. Once quite a charming little place with more pubs than you could count, it is now a crumbling eyesore covered in last nights sick & kebab wrappers. Usually frequented by the obligatory hoodie wearing yobs who think the world owes them a living.

When you eat dirt for the first time and leave your family to build a shack in the woods