callmeataxi, watch and weep

scandanavians question is more likely to be racist

You say 'happy days' in regards to when there were only white faces, which is the same as saying you prefer not to see non white faces today.

Perhap's Shaven can add a comment to the Telford Silence thread, as to why we need mass Deportations in the Area of Northumbria ?

half of the problem  comes from those who want to confuse what is going on

on the basis of a moral correctness which is no such thing

leading to an eradication of what was the moral beadrock of a society

those people are working away at completely changing what we once were

a truly nasty and evil work in progress

you only have to look at who is supposedly in charge

the change in the makeup both physically and intellectual is increasing in pace

in advertising, politics, demographic and thought

not that it will affect me

I will be long gone thank goodness

12 million of the 14 not a bit of use to the country either.

should ban takeaway food shops and mini cabs... thats 10 million that might **** off somewhere else

An old mate used to live in East London, think he moved to Lincs. He had some interesting comments which I'll post when I can find them.

Hi kenny

I caught the last half an hour of that film.

As you probably know, Joe Brown’s not a cockney,  he was born in Swarby, Lincolnshire, ironically, only 30 miles from where I live now.

His parents took The Sultan pub in Plaistow in the Criminal Republic Of Newham, and that was where my darts team was based for the last two years of my playing days.  The pub is gone now, replaced by a block of soulless low rise flats.

His uncle Bill was the captain of The Sportsman pub darts team in Balaam Street.  That’s a café these days.

A boy in my class at senior school was the double of Joe, his name was Alan Reynolds and he could play a guitar,  never heard him sing though.  His family moved to Rochester at the end of the 2nd year,  no idea what became of him after that.

The Spread Eagle is in Stratford, on a corner down a side street.   They never had a darts team in our league, if they had a team at all,  and I think I only went in there once or twice.

The pub’s not far from where gangland figure Nicky Gerard was murdered.

https://www.theguardian.com/theobserver/2000/mar/19/life1.lifemagazine1

Note the name of boxer Billy Williams in that tale, we went to junior school together and boxed at Fairbairn club together in Plaistow.  I was on remand for a trumped up conspiracy charge that got thrown out of court,  and was in Brixton Prison the same time as Billy was in and out of court while on remand for the murder of Venton in 1975. 

I aw him quite a few times on my travels to pubs and clubs, he was always polite until somebody, generally a youth with too much lager in him, had a go at him. Billy had no patience at all and all hell would break loose in 10 seconds.

He dropped dead in the street about 3 years ago from a massive brain haemorrhage.  Probably caused by snorting too much cocaine.  He was as hard as nails and a good boxer, but as thick as ****, but when you’re 6 feet 4, 17 stone of muscle, impervious to pain and a nutcase, you don’t need a brain.  He never had a proper job in his life. 

I think his dad, Ollie, was a boxer at Repton, in Bethnal Green, the same  club as the Krays went to.  His older brother Chris was also a boxer while younger brother Johnny didn’t want to try it.

MARVELLOUS CUFFS CHINNY !