farfromthesun
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My neck of the woods has certainly been annexed by geezers, and their tattoo'd and duck-lipped molls. Its spreading north, be warned.
Aren't you a short hop away from Epping?
My neck of the woods has certainly been annexed by geezers, and their tattoo'd and duck-lipped molls. Its spreading north, be warned.
Container ships now diverting away from inundated British ports to unload in Europe. This is turning into a full blown crisis and the government? Don’t panic buy, don’t panic buy, don’t panic buy!!!
Met friends from Seville today- no food shortages, no fuel shortages, everything normal.
Aren't you a short hop away from Epping?
Yes.
You may not think so, but remember EV is from the South East. The north of England starts early down there. You know the signs on the A1 that say "Hatfield and the North" ? Well, EV thinks that's short for "Hatfield and the rest of the North" .As such, not that much of an invasion!
As such, not that much of an invasion!
You may not think so, but remember EV is from the South East. The north of England starts early down there. You know the signs on the A1 that say "Hatfield and the North" ? Well, EV thinks that's short for "Hatfield and the rest of the North" .
That’s an exquisitely turned account of life there EV. I think you have a touch of the Vivian Stanshall about you. When I got to the bit about attending the market to sell livestock in your youth, I was fully expecting the account to extend to you being scalded by your mother on your return home for selling the pigs for a bag of beans.Ah, perhaps I've known Epping longer than you have. When I was born (in nearby Ongar) cattle, sheep, pigs and geese were still, just, being sold at Epping market in the High Street. I used to go with my father to the livestock market in Bishops Stortford well into my teens, where he would often sell a few pigs. Several of the pubs had market licences. Out in the villages the vast majority of the populace were members of families that had been employed on the land for generations, and the old rural Essex dialect was still common - it's almost extinct now, driven to the northern and seaward extremes, where is has merged with a modified Suffolk accent.
Strong outposts of a rapidly bastardised Cockney existed in Harlow Newtown, Basildon and in the old estuary market towns such as Ilford and Romford, which were being quickly absorbed into London's Eastern conurbation or suburbanisation, with swathes of brutal redevelopment in the 1960s which completely removed the former rural character. It is really from those outposts, driven by rapidly increasing wealth since the 1980s, that has seen the spread of the estuarine geezer and tatted duck lips across the south of the county. There's many an old boy who I knew when I was young, who went on the hay carts to London when they were boys, who worked on threshing teams in the 20s and 30s, or who worked as the village builder stroke funeral director, or who dug the graves by hand, who wouldn't recognise this place now. All the old farm cottages, even the ex-council houses, are dwarfed by the Porsche and Range Rover 4x4s parked on landscaped driveways that used to be their well-tended vegetable beds.
Ah, perhaps I've known Epping longer than you have. When I was born (in nearby Ongar) cattle, sheep, pigs and geese were still, just, being sold at Epping market in the High Street. I used to go with my father to the livestock market in Bishops Stortford well into my teens, where he would often sell a few pigs. Several of the pubs had market licences. Out in the villages the vast majority of the populace were members of families that had been employed on the land for generations, and the old rural Essex dialect was still common - it's almost extinct now, driven to the northern and seaward extremes, where is has merged with a modified Suffolk accent.
Strong outposts of a rapidly bastardised Cockney existed in Harlow Newtown, Basildon and in the old estuary market towns such as Ilford and Romford, which were being quickly absorbed into London's Eastern conurbation or suburbanisation, with swathes of brutal redevelopment in the 1960s which completely removed the former rural character. It is really from those outposts, driven by rapidly increasing wealth since the 1980s, that has seen the spread of the estuarine geezer and tatted duck lips across the south of the county. There's many an old boy who I knew when I was young, who went on the hay carts to London when they were boys, who worked on threshing teams in the 20s and 30s, or who worked as the village builder stroke funeral director, or who dug the graves by hand, who wouldn't recognise this place now. All the old farm cottages, even the ex-council houses, are dwarfed by the Porsche and Range Rover 4x4s parked on landscaped driveways that used to be their well-tended vegetable beds.
You may not think so, but remember EV is from the South East. The north of England starts early down there. You know the signs on the A1 that say "Hatfield and the North" ? Well, EV thinks that's short for "Hatfield and the rest of the North" .
Aye well, we all have our cross to bear.I must confess that I was born and raised in Basildon.
Is this an episode of Look back in Ongar?
Possibly apocryphal, but one of the tabloids once did a story about a library closure in Ongar with the headline "Books lack in Ongar".
There was a young lady from Ongar
Who had an affair with a conger
They said 'How does it feel, to sleep with an eel?'
She said 'Just like a man, only longer'.
Almost certainly Spike Milligan.