Tranent doesn't even own the dubious seaside glamour of near-neighbour Prestonpans, so flinging yourself into the sea is not such an immediate option. You'd have to get a bus.
Tranent makes Musselburgh seem like Rio in mardi-gras season and Portobello a positive Vegas of a place.
Walking around in the incessant grey drizzle this Tuesday morning makes me think that if you're gonna move to Tranent you'd better have a compelling hobby, either that or staunch religious conviction. Outside the obvious diversions of drug-abuse and alcohol there's only really the Co-op for entertainment, and that's a depressing mausoleum of a place.
I was talking to a woman recently who moved here from Barcelona.
She must be fucking insane!
Walking around in the incessant grey drizzle this Tuesday morning makes me think that if you're gonna move to Tranent you'd better have a compelling hobby, either that or staunch religious conviction. Outside the obvious diversions of drug-abuse and alcohol there's only really the Co-op for entertainment, and that's a depressing mausoleum of a place.
I was talking to a woman recently who moved here from Barcelona.
She must be fucking insane!
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