so here i sit in a real England on a sunny Friday morning, but trapped inside the gloom of the institutional looking out at the sun, of course.
is our realness a sense that authenticity lies outside? what kind of culture will we leave for the archaeologists that isn't a bastard-Norman legacy of tea-cups and arcane manners? fate of an island to be the sticking point for a lot of flotsam and jetsam maybe, a 5 mile high mountain of tide-stranded rubber ducks and fashions.
maybe real england is that real desire to never belong, to always get back to sea.
― summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those tumblr whites (Noodle Vague), Friday, 27 January 2012 10:04 (twelve years ago) link
got a familiar soul-crushing view of our education "system" this morning, that impossible mixture of stolid, meaningless tradition frantically being stirred by idiots with no plan beyond the conviction that stirring in itself is the most important thing in the world, as long as you can do it on the cheap.
the most beautiful building in the panorama in front of me is a corn silo.
― summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those tumblr whites (Noodle Vague), Friday, 27 January 2012 10:12 (twelve years ago) link
tbf that educational system perfectly prepares people for 95% of careers
― teaky frigger (darraghmac), Friday, 27 January 2012 10:32 (twelve years ago) link
that doesn't help :(
― summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those tumblr whites (Noodle Vague), Friday, 27 January 2012 10:33 (twelve years ago) link
gramnivorous quadruped ftw
― teaky frigger (darraghmac), Friday, 27 January 2012 10:40 (twelve years ago) link
maybe real England is something to do with the grey, measured chunks of work as tedium shot thru with escaping to booze each night.
― summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those tumblr whites (Noodle Vague), Friday, 27 January 2012 10:44 (twelve years ago) link
yeah you'd almost long for a good steepling in catholic guilt tbh
― teaky frigger (darraghmac), Friday, 27 January 2012 10:45 (twelve years ago) link
some fear of vengeance plus some contempt for order wd be a huge improvement i must say.
as a newly invested minor underling of the boss class i've got to say i'd like to stab the boss class in the throat
― summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those tumblr whites (Noodle Vague), Friday, 27 January 2012 10:47 (twelve years ago) link
have to embrace the cunt to get that close, is the problem
― teaky frigger (darraghmac), Friday, 27 January 2012 10:49 (twelve years ago) link
http://old-town.co.uk/piccadilly/
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― Mayan Calendar Deren (doo dah), Sunday, 29 January 2012 00:30 (twelve years ago) link
Ugh, found those Red Lion photos sinister and unpleasant. but it's five in the morning, tired hungover and dyspeptic, so a good time to catalogue some real England fragments.
I went to the countryside around Folkestone a year or so ago, to find the house a favourite author of mine had lived in (Jocelyn Brooke, himself a subtle unsentimental explorer of sentimental Englishness). But it prompted a lot of thoughts about Real England at the time. I'd got lost cycling out of Folkestone, and ended up a dead end, at an army base, with nissen huts and bored patrolling soldiers, on the other side was a light industrial warehouse/office building, the LoveWorld Conference Centre. Outside that there was a coach idling, with a bored looking coach driver (this image felt very English) and a couple of elderly people standing on a bit of scrub by the road, looking a bit blank. This was all behind an empty outpost of the massive Channel Tunnel complex that sits just behind Folkestone. The skies were very grey and there was a little light spitting rain and a slightly too cold for comfort breeze. That's one imagine of Real England for me - the slightly out-of-town light industrial 'parks', small offices with three or four parking spaces. And that untennanted feeling of places that don't get a lot of people passing through, from one place to another. Office labour with no places to go for lunch, so tesco sandwiches at your desk, while overcoming that wash of beery hangover, brought about by post work drinks and not eating properly.
When I cycled up onto the North Downs to find this village, I passed a field with a rotting caravan painted in UKIP colours in it. That rotting caravan by itself would have been enough to symbolise something about England, but the UKIP colours added an extra obviousness and curiosity to the symbol - THAT'S what you're fighting for? Tiny caravans stuck in a traffic jam on the way to Cornwall?
Then when I got to the village there was a village fete going on, an archetype of Englishness. But I couldn't shake the bad taste in my mouth (I had been arguing with my g/f it's true). The very fact it was an archetype of Englishness worried me. I talked to a few people to see if they knew where the house was, but most of them hadn't lived there a long time, not long enough to know about a very very minor 20th Century writer who might have lived there. And I got the impression that they were city types who had bought in to the English village thing. This isn't new of course (nor is it reprehensible, depending on yr capacity for 'city types') ! But the takeover - the buying into it - seemed complete, as if revived or maintained to keep up the fiction that had been bought into. I get the same feeling from farmer's markets. I like markets! I don't like expensive markets so much - why are these vegetables, and these eggs and this milk so expensive?
So yeah, what's this? The complete appropriation of village culture by the wealthy, as a sort of open gated community? I buy this to a certain extent, although I also know people who make a living from working in the countryside, itself not a romantic or sentimental activity obviously, and also clearly not totally redundant.
And of the rest - well NV's corn silo feels appropriate as an image. + boss class as a consciously boorish casual psychological bullies. A sort of frightened belligerence to them - male and female, although in different ways, and it still feels male driven. The whole lexicon that goes with that - the 'mate' and the 'footy', and the 'what you need to understand is' the mixed up with the dated, ford-sierra sleek meaningless facility of management speak.
Some fragments:
A roads (how you get to those offices, but also walking down them in the middle of the night because it's the only way to get home, drink wearing off, just the humming and clicking of the amber lights).
Complexes of artificial fishing ponds always strike me as bleak, but then I don't fish.
Middle-aged corporate car obsessed men who talk about women drivers. (A subset of the Top Gear world). Is there a part of Real England that they come out of? I mean surely you get the male superiority type in many many countries. But what's their flavour? I guess you get a strong sense of Imperialism from them. That dessicated 'common sense' that is in fact the hangover of a thousand and one fictions about Britain being morally great, right, and no need to reassess. There's the obsession with maps and how best to get places - surely an offshoot of Britain's tangled road system (see A Roads - a favourite topic of these men, with their bottlenecks, cut throughs, traffic lights and speed cameras).
Mark E Smith singing on live versions of Repetition in 1978/79 - (doing that seagull screech he does) ENGLAND! ENGLAND! (goes into bored dreary tones) Look over England, what do you see? LUST and DRUDGERY. (this seems more apposite than his definition of England as 'white bread and cynicism' which feels positively optimistic really).
― Fizzles, Sunday, 29 January 2012 06:02 (twelve years ago) link
a+
― summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those tumblr whites (Noodle Vague), Sunday, 29 January 2012 10:29 (twelve years ago) link
Wetherspoon News. Editorial. First sentence:
As we all know, a strong current of tribalism flows through the veins of humanity
― Fizzles, Saturday, April 7, 2012 5:30 PM (4 minutes ago)
― The term “hipster racism” from Carmen Van Kerckhove at Racialicious (nakhchivan), Saturday, 7 April 2012 16:35 (twelve years ago) link
it does in Wetherspoon's pubs tbf
― red is hungry green is jawless (Noodle Vague), Saturday, 7 April 2012 16:36 (twelve years ago) link
http://i.imgur.com/cd07j.jpg
A simple solution to a taxing problem by Tim Martin: Successive governments’ misguided belief that increasing excise duties solves all ills within the pub trade actually threatens this vital British industry and the jobs and community benefits which it brings. As we know, a strong current of tribalism flows through the veins of humanity. Even in apparently orderly and well-behaved democracies, the vitriol of political differences is astounding, as witnessed now between democrats and republicans, in America, or perhaps even more vehemently among republican candidates themselves.
http://www.propelinfonews.com/pi-Newsletter.php?datetime=2012-03-30%2008:00:00
― The term “hipster racism” from Carmen Van Kerckhove at Racialicious (nakhchivan), Saturday, 7 April 2012 16:43 (twelve years ago) link
tim martin singlehandedly undermines the rationale behind your 'public intellectuals' thread
― The term “hipster racism” from Carmen Van Kerckhove at Racialicious (nakhchivan), Saturday, 7 April 2012 16:44 (twelve years ago) link
The Tim Martin pages of Wetherspoon News are incredible. The only writing which comes close to matching it is Ken Bates' programme notes.
― oppet, Saturday, 7 April 2012 17:09 (twelve years ago) link
Oh yeah, I actually read this article the other night.
In the last edition of our customer magazine Wetherspoon News, I discussed “euro tribalism”, whereby the highly educated elite of Britain and the continent sought to subvert the democratic control of the masses they distrust by diverting democratic powers to remote institutions, such as the European Central Bank and the European Commission. Another great tribal divide, more significant perhaps that Liverpool and Everton or City and United, is that between pub-goers and dinner-party-goers – and rarely do the twain meet. The last Labour government members were dinner-party-goers to a man or to a gal. Tony Blair was no lounge bar lizard, and none of his ministers resembled a pub regular that I’ve ever seen. Gordon Brown wasn’t a pub-goer, but, then again, he wasn’t a dinner-party-goer either, but that’s another story.
Made me spit out my pint of 'Veto Ale' I can tell you.
― oppet, Saturday, 7 April 2012 17:12 (twelve years ago) link
i've seen (and been) the guys who frequent Wetherspoons at 9 in the morning, you wouldn't accuse us of being a highly educated elite that's for sure
― red is hungry green is jawless (Noodle Vague), Saturday, 7 April 2012 17:15 (twelve years ago) link
oppet otm. I read the rest of the editorial and wanted to take the rest of it with me, but a v v pissed Glaswegian sat opposite me and asked me to speak to his mum to let her know he was fine because he was too pissed. He then asked me what I was reading and I said Wetherspoon News and he started laughing so hard he began to cry. When he asked me what it was like I was still incredulous from the first article and told him it was like some weird Tory UKIP agitprop rag whereupon he became extremely angry and took it off me and ripped it up. Then he shook my hand and buggered off.
I had had a chance to read the letters page tho - and Tim certainly takes his letter answering duties seriously, with more soap-boxing. Thing is, I vaguely remember however many years ago the wetherspoons magazine being a half decent trade-ish magazine. It's totally fucking nuts now. I'm going to find a 'spoons first thing tomorrow to read the rest of it.
― Fizzles, Saturday, 7 April 2012 21:49 (twelve years ago) link
http://i1063.photobucket.com/albums/t516/diasyrmus/Photo1.jpg
― Fizzles, Monday, 16 April 2012 08:43 (twelve years ago) link
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.
― Fizzles, Monday, 16 April 2012 08:45 (twelve years ago) link
so many dead pubs with hopeful "To Let" notices on them now
― red is hungry green is jawless (Noodle Vague), Monday, 16 April 2012 10:33 (twelve years ago) link
Some kids found a rotted corpse hanging in the New England a year or two ago.
― oppet, Tuesday, 17 April 2012 00:00 (twelve years ago) link
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/
― oppet, Tuesday, 17 April 2012 00:04 (twelve years ago) link
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.
― Chewshabadoo, Tuesday, 17 April 2012 00:09 (twelve years ago) link
oppet bringing realness
― The term “hipster racism” from Carmen Van Kerckhove at Racialicious (nakhchivan), Tuesday, 17 April 2012 00:57 (twelve years ago) link
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?
― red is hungry green is jawless (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 17 April 2012 06:04 (twelve years ago) link
A prestigious gated community development of 14 cutting edge 1 & 3 bedroom apartments, set within the conservation area of Barnes Common.
― Fizzles, Thursday, 19 April 2012 09:44 (twelve years ago) link
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
― aboulia banks (Noodle Vague), Thursday, 19 April 2012 09:56 (twelve years ago) link
i like that one, but i mean i've only been over for the football tbh
― diafiyhm (darraghmac), Thursday, 19 April 2012 10:48 (twelve years ago) link
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.
― The term “hipster racism” from Carmen Van Kerckhove at Racialicious (nakhchivan), Thursday, 19 April 2012 14:57 (twelve years ago) link
rugby league is pretty real
― The term “hipster racism” from Carmen Van Kerckhove at Racialicious (nakhchivan), Friday, 27 April 2012 22:46 (twelve years ago) link
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
― The term “hipster racism” from Carmen Van Kerckhove at Racialicious (nakhchivan), Friday, 27 April 2012 22:50 (twelve years ago) link
rugby league speaks for an england beyond its own narrow constituency
― The term “hipster racism” from Carmen Van Kerckhove at Racialicious (nakhchivan), Friday, 27 April 2012 22:51 (twelve years ago) link
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.....
― Nilmar Honorato da Silva, Tuesday, 16 October 2012 01:27 (twelve years ago) link
A Google User reviewed 2 years agoOverall Very goodcheap 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
http://s0.geograph.org.uk/geophotos/02/40/69/2406959_c761ded9.jpg
http://s0.geograph.org.uk/geophotos/02/45/16/2451616_aeeffffe.jpg
http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6108/6339847459_63f11493fb_m.jpg
am frightened of death and responsibility, think that might be what england really is
― thread lock holiday (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 16 October 2012 10:48 (twelve years ago) link
Where is that please?
― I wish to incorporate disco into my small business (chap), Tuesday, 16 October 2012 10:52 (twelve years ago) link
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
― thread lock holiday (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 16 October 2012 10:54 (twelve years ago) link
it's v. ull and therefore v. england, albeit the mad seafaring slightly vikingy exclave of england
― thread lock holiday (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 16 October 2012 10:55 (twelve years ago) link
got a horrible feeling i'm going back there in a bit
― thread lock holiday (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 16 October 2012 10:56 (twelve years ago) link
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.
― thread lock holiday (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 16 October 2012 11:00 (twelve years ago) link
Never had an urge to visit Hull before, but that does look cool.
― I wish to incorporate disco into my small business (chap), Tuesday, 16 October 2012 11:01 (twelve years ago) link
everybody shd visit Hull, i'm available for guided tours on request
― thread lock holiday (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 16 October 2012 11:05 (twelve years ago) link
Is the Adelphi still there?
― Moon Fuxx (Jill), Tuesday, 16 October 2012 11:11 (twelve years ago) link
somehow, against all odds, yes
― thread lock holiday (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 16 October 2012 11:15 (twelve years ago) link
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.
http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n601/gamalielratsey/2012-10-16211843.jpg
http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n601/gamalielratsey/2012-10-16212102.jpg
http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n601/gamalielratsey/2012-10-16212547.jpg
― Fizzles, Wednesday, 17 October 2012 23:12 (twelve years ago) link
those huge semis are v. real england
― a pass-agg to indier (Noodle Vague), Wednesday, 17 October 2012 23:15 (twelve years ago) link
is that like perivale or somewhere
it always seems strange seeing those identikit 30s sleepy suburban semis next to a dual carriageway
― Nilmar Honorato da Silva, Wednesday, 17 October 2012 23:19 (twelve years ago) link
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.
― Fizzles, Wednesday, 17 October 2012 23:25 (twelve years ago) link