Real England

Think it's pretty well established that right across the UK, regardless of class, males who continually address their conversational partners as "Lads! Lads!" are almost perilously insecure in their masculinity.

depends tho on yr definition of binge drinking

I just spent far too long trying to work out what My Chemical Romance had to do with Real England, ogmor.

haha, did you come up with anything?

Well, it did make me remember the time I passed a gang of teen girls proudly affirming to each other that "we're the Black Parade, motherfuckers". They were pretty cool. I think there's wiggle room here.

ofc, what could be more english than the figureheads of the self-harming emo cult leading our youth astray?

http://i1290.photobucket.com/albums/b527/nutzweiler/SAM_0726_zps90f6f088.jpg
http://rs1290.pbsrc.com/albums/b527/nutzweiler/SAM_0729_zps2d03a1bd.jpg~c100

http://i1290.photobucket.com/albums/b527/nutzweiler/SAM_0729_zps2d03a1bd.jpg

so many fonts

http://i.imgur.com/FAOUYdf.jpg

^the best and worst of real england in one article

c class is not an executive saloon
at least when i was between 8/9 and used to buy every football and car magazine every week 'executive saloon' referred to e class, 5 series, ls400 etc

In the London Police Act 1839, "fighting or baiting Lions, Bears, Badgers, Cocks, Dogs, or other Animals" was prohibited in London, with a penalty of up to one month imprisonment, with possible hard labour, or up to five pounds. The law laid numerous restrictions on how, when, and where animals could be driven, wagons unloaded, etc.. It also prohibited owners from letting mad dogs run loose and gave police the right to destroy any dog suspected of being rabid or any dog bitten by a suspected rabid dog. The same law prohibited the use of dogs for drawing carts.[65]

what if it was a very small cart

http://i.imgur.com/LfuYX9c.jpg

http://archive.instituteartistmanagement.com/offer/thumb.php/00045838.jpg

https://38.media.tumblr.com/b68befb55a2bb2c8feb9aa8429e0665a/tumblr_ncqjamibME1sy67obo1_500.jpg
https://33.media.tumblr.com/bdda229a7f2e477a4921d605d3bf0a69/tumblr_ncqjamibME1sy67obo7_r1_500.jpg
https://38.media.tumblr.com/63668e4734c077cce9bd90a2a35a23e7/tumblr_ncqjamibME1sy67obo6_500.jpg

no

ban

unless there's an element of metacommentary wherein 'real england' is itself a reaching for fictive 'real england' that falls woefully short, in which case the photos qualify but the tableaux do not

the acts of photography, even

https://33.media.tumblr.com/7d5ca41e66b74da919523fd7532835ff/tumblr_ncqjamibME1sy67obo2_500.jpg
https://31.media.tumblr.com/389c9cc416cf76745e72a6e16afb5bcc/tumblr_ncqjamibME1sy67obo3_500.jpg
https://33.media.tumblr.com/881a3e0d7f86b7745ee7d58109b37f4d/tumblr_ncqjamibME1sy67obo5_500.jpg
https://38.media.tumblr.com/a7f429c2dc682123f5c57cbcc73f59a9/tumblr_ncqjamibME1sy67obo4_500.jpg

From here: http://www.instituteartist.com/project-Shoreditch-Wildlife-Dougie-Wallace

dougie wallace should be handed a box of painkillers and shiv and escorted into a dark room

Whatever happened to baby Richard Billingham?

shoreditch wildlife

is some superior cunt skulking around shoreditch with a camera real england? might well be

I don't know if this is real england, I like this picture, though

http://fields.eca.ac.uk/gis/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/ne-11.jpg

(from this website: http://fields.eca.ac.uk/gis/)

theyre not superior, contempt might lend them some prurient intrigue, they arent even that

same for the fuckboy with those blackpool fotos the other month

so random

http://payload312.cargocollective.com/1/7/241864/8540961/bones-shoreditch-exhibition-new_1200.jpg

blackpool one had its moments but in general this sort of thing shd be discouraged

the esthetic bankruptcy of thinking this stuff is remotely interesting, oh look an old person in a fluorescent tracksuit eating some shit food totes random me thinks

well yeah. the blackpool one at least had some cute tonal juxtapositions & content. basing anything like this in shoreditch is end-of-days shit

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/46/Godshill_Model_Village_-_geograph.org.uk_-_757993.jpg

:D back on track

seems like your threshold for 'cute tonal juxtapositions & content' is even lower than your threshold for 'deconstructive' when applied to para-pop music

theyre all dreadfully processed too

http://www.creativereview.co.uk/images/uploads/2010/07/p6158bwaterportraitsdou_0.jpg

i am weak & impressionable, sensei, but soon i shall scorn with the best of them

my friend recently acquired a house which had previously belonged to an elderly single man who had replaced his front lawn with astroturf

same dougie wallace was the blackpool guy but you knew that right?

haha oh shit

even wastemen strike lucky sometimes? idk. i'm not invested in defending any of his work really, it's sub-vice-magazine voyeurism for the most part

Any of you lot seen Finding Vivian Maier? Not the finest documentary and off topic but her photographs are exceptional and are more about obsessive curiosity rather than cheap, destitution art.

that pic that nakh linked to is troubling tbh and not just cos it's come out looking like a fsol inner sleeve

As much as the mad night out, Dougie also gets the morning after - specifically, the equally off-kilter, spontaneous street theatre of Brick Lane market. Is the girl striking a pose for a fashion shoot or just for the passers by? What, really, is the difference anyhow? These streets are one big fashion parade anyway. They feel like a slightly demented and off-kilter parallel reality, a pocket of weirdness and colour, the Ditch beyond the Roman wall of the City where all the tat and flotsam Shore up, the no-man’s-land where everything mad and messy collides: roll up, roll up, come and get your plastic pink flamingoes, two for the price of one!

Man, Blackpool as a whole is so Real England. Depressing, decaying seaside boulevards and bad tasting, fat fish and chips. And unemployment. And lad culture in full swing. That's what Real England is all about imho.

dont u have all of that shit in the netherlands

We do. But then it's not Real England. Then it's Real Holland. Which is weak sauce compared to English Realness and how lovely depressed life can get.

Real England isn't about whether you have it at home. Real England is the epitome of depressing, decaying society and bricks and people. Battered and bruised and humiliating and forlorn. It couldn't be matched in Holland, and I say that with great envy.

(also, we don't have fish and chips in holland)

theres probably a sort of sentimental wallowing in grottiness in the northwest of england that isnt matched in the coastal towns i know