Real England

Fuck. That didn't come out very clearly. The New England pub, dilapidated, boarded up, with a front yard full of rubbish and weeds, greenery crawling up and from within the pub itself.

so many dead pubs with hopeful "To Let" notices on them now

Some kids found a rotted corpse hanging in the New England a year or two ago.

Ah, they weren't kids, they were unemployed residents of Brentford looking for scrap metal. This story has all the decayed England tropes you could wish for.

http://www.hounslowchronicle.co.uk/west-london-news/local-hounslow-news/2010/01/29/pals-discover-man-hanging-in-brentford-pub-109642-25717583/

No wonder my dad seems to be spending all his time in Wetherspoons now he's retired, Telegraph obviously too tame for him these days.

oppet bringing realness

Unemployed Luke from Hornbeam Crescent, Brentford, said: "We climbed through a hole in the roof and it was really dark and hard to see.

"We made our way down the stairs and saw a light shining at the back behind the bar, it looked like candle light, we made our way towards it as we thought it was maybe someone living there, and then we saw the guy hanging from the ceiling.

"At first I couldn't take in what I was seeing, I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me. We got out of there pretty fast and phoned the police."

why does this 27 year-old man read like one of the Goonies?

A prestigious gated community development of 14 cutting edge 1 & 3 bedroom apartments, set within the conservation area of Barnes Common.

prestige vs haters of prestige = very Real England, still maintain the reality is the dialectic, no coincidence Marx worked it out fully here.

or maybe Real England is the glazed crust of the ruling order bobbing on the seething lava of the underclass whilst the surface dwellers insist that the world is stable and eternal

i like that one, but i mean i've only been over for the football tbh

hmmn i was going to a thread about the numbing mediocrity of current british domestic architecture once upon a time. you can find some really grotty stuff by gising 'prestigious development'. the insertion of 'community' into the usual PGD scheme is the worst.

rugby league is pretty real

theres a lot of confusion abt realness and representation, as if something being a sectional or communitarian interest means it says nothing about the rest of the population

rugby league speaks for an england beyond its own narrow constituency

Tories eh, not a fucking clue. Detached. That's a big part of this. The detachment. What a grim subject. I've slept on a few London pavements 205 years ago, I remember the 80's, the Strand and Waterloo, everywhere in the centre of London really, just overflowing with then Irish, ex-squaddies, ex-cons, junkies, and the mentally ill that Thatcher evicted. Senile 70yr old rent-'boys' with no shoelaces. Bullrink shanty town, nothing but piss and misery and death looming. I thought I'd really never see that depravation again in London. Yesterday I heard about Serbian people eating rats camped out in a Vauxhall park. Rat poison immune sewer rats, spit roasted.

some real fuckin realness courtesy of a guardian commenter.....

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cheap booze. mid stop on a night. the toilets are scarey very small space with sex toy machine digging you in back.

swan-dived off the wagon

love this joint

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am frightened of death and responsibility, think that might be what england really is

Where is that please?

on Beverley Road in Hull, two old rail carriages living in an arch under a rail bridge, it's v. rough and ready but the booze is cheap, the drinkers are lovely and the music is 60s/70s joy

it's v. ull and therefore v. england, albeit the mad seafaring slightly vikingy exclave of england

got a horrible feeling i'm going back there in a bit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9pRBL1oYHA

A pattie is a fried mashed potato dish, originating in the north-east of England. It is thought to have been invented in Kingston upon Hull, East Riding of Yorkshire where patties are readily available. The original pattie is a mix of mashed potato and sage blended together and made into a disc or square shape, then covered in batter and fried, much like a fish cake.

Never had an urge to visit Hull before, but that does look cool.

everybody shd visit Hull, i'm available for guided tours on request

Is the Adelphi still there?

somehow, against all odds, yes

wd tour hull with nv.

work drinks last night at a pub that does v good indian food. got gloomy and down on myself so left early. apparently someone's curry never came. i walked for miles down this stretch of road. took shit photos. felt like real england all of it rly.

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those huge semis are v. real england

is that like perivale or somewhere

it always seems strange seeing those identikit 30s sleepy suburban semis next to a dual carriageway

both otm - tho it's hounslow/heathrow/a4 rather than perivale, tho i was in perivale the other day. 50m pool for some reason. A wall comes up after the morning 50m swim and makes it into two 25m pools. weird.

walked past one of those semis earlier in the day (they often have sketchy cracked driveways rather than a front garden) and the front room curtains were open and inside it was empty apart from a large tarpaulin covered motorbike or m'bike plus sidecar or something.

i could go and find houses exactly like that along some of the tonier streets of Hull. toney for Hull, anyway. but we have some oddball, tattier properties with almost spire-like or battlement-y roofs

or a minaret, even

http://www.arc-online.co.uk/retrieve/1296f0659fc4fc009d506042dd683382

I keep on urging all my friends to move to Hull with me, on the proviso that it's still the cheapest place to live in the UK. And Spiders is still open.

Through various means i discovered the other day that the lowest priority BBC regional news channel is Hull.

those battlement roofs used to amaze me as a kid. such a literal intepretation of an englishman's home is his castle. used to fantasize about hiding up there and shooting at nazis goosestepping down the street should world war 2 ever happen to have kicked off again

the suggestion of hidden derangement behind the twitching lace curtains seems such an artifact of british culture that it would be surprising not to find something untowards

the realest suburban house would be one recently reclaimed by an absentee buy-to-let landlord after a vietnamese grow-op has fled, nothing but soiled carpets, walls hacked apart to bypass the mains and a damp ganja smell that will never disappear

I keep on urging all my friends to move to Hull with me, on the proviso that it's still the cheapest place to live in the UK.

this does make it difficult to leave, willingly or otherwise hohoho

I keep on urging all my friends to move to Hull with me, on the proviso that it's still the cheapest place to live in the UK. And Spiders is still open.

― emil.y, Wednesday, October 17, 2012 11:32 PM (3 minutes ago)

some of the london councils with housing shortages are sending ppl to middlesbrough i think

the suggestion of hidden derangement behind the twitching lace curtains seems such an artifact of british culture that it would be surprising not to find something untowards

the realest suburban house would be one recently reclaimed by an absentee buy-to-let landlord after a vietnamese grow-op has fled, nothing but soiled carpets, walls hacked apart to bypass the mains and a damp ganja smell that will never disappear

Leadville, the book on the A40 by.. someone, is pretty good on some of this sort of stuff.

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The 32-year-old from Kent spent her first night of married life in jail and was still wearing her wedding dress when she arrested by police in the early hours of yesterday morning.

She was released without charge as the 29-year-old victim did not want to press charges.

The groom, a 54-year-old man, was treated at the scene for a cut to his elbow by paramedics after he tried to intervene in the fight.

realest

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2245908/Priest-shocks-mourners-fathers-funeral-eulogy-detailing-life-crime.html

http://www.thisisstaffordshire.co.uk/Lightwood-death-crash-driver-Terri-Ann-Harrington/story-17523482-detail/story.html

RIP brother. You will be sadly missed. Meir lad through n through and as game as they come.

Same goes for Jim as well, another top notch Stokie.

The lads will be having a drink for you tonight in the Staff.

GOD BLESS

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oh god

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This sort of red brick and glass building.

also, i've been meaning to update with the latest wetherspoons news, cos the most recent editorial about how wetherspoons pays more in taxes than it makes was a-grade.

Two mums were hauled into court after they fled United star Rio Ferdinand’s celeb-haunt restaurant without paying.

Carla Stanway and Nicole Wainwright, both 24, racked up a £110 food and drink bill at Rosso on?Spring Gardens in Manchester city centre – but were so boozed up they were told to leave, a court heard.

They refused to pay and left the trendy nightspot, but police quickly tracked them down to Sacha’s Hotel, off Market Street.

Manchester magistrates court heard how officers also found a crude, home-made weapon – a metal ball in a knotted sock – in Stanway’s bag, which she claimed was ‘for self-defence’.

At the time of the offence, the two mums were already on bail for a vile racist rant outside Sugar Buddha on Deansgate Locks a month earlier.

Stanway, a single mum, told one of the bouncers ‘go back to your own country Polish b******’. But when collared by police a few moments later, she begged: “Please don’t arrest me, I have a three-week-old baby.”

http://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/suspended-jail-sentence-drunken-mums-1322799

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vile racist bantz