It's a reasonably dull & uninspiring English city. Grey & featureless but no more so than some others. Also seems determined to live up to it's motto of "Always the Same" (apart from when tearing things down to build another pile of sodding student flats while long term residents rot on an endless housing list) There's basically **** all special about it. Over the years when asked by people in other parts of the country where I'm from, on telling them the best I've got has usually been "near Nottingham is it?" Although the bloke in Portsmouth wins the award for "that's up North isn't it?" Up North...from fucking Portsmouth??? Yes mate that'll be the place. Fucking hell. BUT...it's my home town so it shits on anywhere else in the world. Especially that no mark turd haven up the road that's only famous because a bloke who didn't exist didn't live there. & now, thanks to my beloved terminally underachieving football team managing to fit 134 years of history into one season,the whole fucking world knows where it is all of a sudden! Never thought I'd see the day. So that's my pride I guess. The fact that my uninspiring home town became inspiring to everyone thanks to my football team. A byword for impossible achievement. 25 years from now nobody will give a shit who won the PL in 2015 or 2017. But we're fucking immortal.