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basingstoke’s quirks and why it’s not for the faint of heart

@Liam Foster3/17/2026blog

okay so i landed here expecting a quiet place to sit and maybe steal a siesta. instead i found a town where the rain is pretending to be a fashion accessory and the cafés are run by people who think espresso should taste like regret. the weather here is that cloying 20.87°c that makes you want to breathe through your skin. i just checked and it’s hanging around like an ex who won’t leave. hope you like that kind of thing.

there’s a map below if you want to see where i am. i found it on a train station board that looked like it was made in a spreadsheet. not sure why it’s here but it’s useful.


i saw some photos of this place online and thought maybe it’d be a cute town. wrong. the first photo i saw was a tumbleweed doing a hokey pokey in the middle of a parking lot. weird flex? maybe. i took a few shots myself. one of a street vendor yelling into a phone and another of a wall that’s 70% graffiti and 30% existential dread. upload them somewhere? no clue.


the neighbors here are a vibe. one house had a weird sculpture of a raccoon in a top hat. another had a lawn chair permanently set up like it was waiting for someone who would never show. if you get bored, there’s a train station 10 minutes away that probably has a better Wi-Fi signal. don’t ask me for directions though. i lost myself in a maze of identical alleys once and ended up in a puddle yelling at a pigeon.

let me tell you about the reviews. or rather, what i heard from someone who probably had too much wine. someone told me that the market here is a trap. they said the vegetables come from a warehouse and the ‘organic’ label is just a sticky note strapped to a dumpster. another person warned about the coffee shop on high street. apparently their barista is a robot that only speaks in haikus. i haven’t tried either place but i’m planning to. just don’t take my word for it.

there’s this thing where the humidity is 94%. it’s not just wet, it’s like the air is sucking your soul through your pores. i wore a hoodie and still felt like a soggy biscuit. the pressure’s 1014, which i guess is normal unless you’re in a tornado. someone told me that the locals say the sea level here is a meme. not sure if that’s true. i asked a guy selling corn on the cob and he just stared at me like i’d asked about the meaning of life.

i heard that if you walk into the square at midnight, a ghost might show up doing the cha-cha. i didn’t try it. too risky. plus the street artist who paints the walls here said it’s a 90% chance of being arrested and 10% chance of gaining immortality. not worth it.

i asked for recommendations and got three different answers. one person said the best burger is at a place called ‘the meaty family’ which is actually just a food truck parked outside a church. another said the library’s reading nooks are haunted. third said the gym here is run by a yoga instructor who’s secretly a robot. take your pick.

the weirdest part? the neighbors. not the people, the actual neighbors. one had a cat that followed me home every day. another had a dog that howled at 3am like it was auditioning for a horror movie. i ended up sharing bread with a woman who lived two doors down. she said the town’s secret is that they all pretend to be normal. i believe her. she was also the one who told me the drinks here are spiked with regret. might’ve been a drink special.

if you’re coming here, pack layers. and skepticism. and maybe a raincoat that’s seen better days. the town council’s website says it’s a ‘hidden gem’ but i think they forgot to mention that it’s also a giant conspiracy of bad decisions. leave a review? i don’t know. i’d rather email this to a stranger on the internet.scriptions.com or whatever.

p.s. the dog that howled at 3am? it belonged to a guy who later opened a skate shop. now he’s gone. maybe he’s a ghost. who knows?

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