Shit the Bed
Notting Hill is a seething fuckswamp full of tax-wife-jeans-in-boots with little dogs, guffawing ruddy-cheeked buck-toothed chino'd Harrow Rugger-Rapists, disgusting 60s architecture, gormless tourists and chattering vacuous Desperate Twatwives wannabes in overpriced coffeeshops, al-fresco in the chihuahua shit and cafe-creme butts.
There's a shop where every piece of clothing is £3...and it's the fucking bomb diggy.
Don't remember what it's called now.
Other examples of twatfarms with one redeeming feature?