A wild place south of hertfordshire and right next to the north of the M25. Potters Bar has much to show, like the slums of Oakmere, where neglected children and nitties yell at you for no reason, the warzone of Darkes Lane, where schoolchildren act fucking handicapped and âJ2Trappyâ thinks heâs the most petrifying man in existence, and the rundown area of Furzfield, where you canât breathe in a 200 metre radius from the youth centre before your lungs collapse due to year sevens vaping like thereâs no tomorrow inside, and the skatepark has been overrun by crackheads smoking weed and overall just acting special needs, running the skater kids out of a place to stay. Long story short, donât come here, no matter what.
Jacob: I live in potters bar
Anne: Oh god, iâm so sorry