that's about the best cockney i can do for you. if it isn't right or proper or correct, well, do one, look you see.
it seems, of late, my travels to that there London (innit) are at an end. probably briefly, for there is every chance that verk may decide, or otherwise determine, that i can be best deployed there. whereas i would hope, or certainly expect, to find some things of interest as i travel further, there's the matter of a few things off of London i haven't posted here.
until, of course, now. i just get either very lazy, very short of time or very concerned that i put far, far too many things off of London (innit) here as it is. but, with respect to the latter, a consequence, or result, of life choices means that i have indeed spent more time there this year (2023) than up in my home place, which of course is in an actual, proper part of England.
now that, of course, is somewhere i would have very much liked to have gone done get my hair sorted out, or attended to. whereas generally my hairstyle lacks concept, i believe that such would be attained by going there. sadly it was closed at the time i went past, and also there is that i was on the verk clock at the time, and i have every reason to suspect that they don't want me going for a haircut whilst i am on their paid time. which is fair enough, but i might run it all past a union representative, just to be sure.
for those who need it spelling out, and i suspect this is a low number, it is so (i at least assume) that this establishment takes its name from a play on Barbra Streisand. it is, going on their website, a unisex salon, with an interesting pricing strategy. as far as i can tell, or see, they charge on the basis of how long it will take them to "do" your hair, rather than the complexity of the job. which, now that i think on, is fair enough.
this is far from being the first time the name of Barbs has been used in a decidedly British capacity, with of course her likeness being used to illustrate how to do a plague test not so long ago. so far as i can remember it's been six or so months since i mentioned Barbs with any real intent, so here you go, yet another link here to when she was mentioned before.
all of these images (yes, each of the three) were / was taken in what one might refer to as the east end of London. it's quite difficult to state exactly where that is, geographically, as for various marketing purposes some claim certain parts of London (innit) are in the "east end" when they are not. also, in the business end of (very) central London, you get another east end and west end. for one singular constant, though, if you are in sight of the Blind Beggar pub then you are totes in the heart of the east end.
much of what you could possibly wish to know of the London mindset - explanations of why the Met police are the way they are, and why the people vote for someone like Sadiq Khan, for example can be found in one of the primary reasons this pub is celebrated. sure, them Geordies off of Newcastle consider it holy ground purely because this is where their beloved brown ale originated, but for others it happens to be where one of the (in)famous Kray twins murdered someone. bloke called George, according to the internet, when i always thought (or assumed) it was someone called Jack the Hat.
quite strange it is, the number of apologists what the Krays have had. some are rather famous, like for instance Roger Daltrey, but the majority are not. all sing the same song, though, believing that neither of them should have gone to prison; defending their more barbaric practices with logic like "they only ever killed their own sort". murder is all right if you are killing someone like you? then again, most major cities would hang their head in a collective shame over (at least) five unresolved murders, not turn it into a lucrative marketing strategy a la Jack the Ripper.
hmn. the so-called London Stadium, then. which i went past due to a misunderstanding with one of them fancy sat nav devices. famously this was built for the London Olympics of 2012, which was the second best thing to happen in England that year. no need to ask first, i imagine, but still. now, with a degree of controversy that i am far from legally intelligent enough to comment on, it's the ostensible home to West Ham (association) football club. yes, a team with "west" in their name are to be found in the east end. this is London.
possibly the most surprising element to this stadium was just how desolate and depressing it all was. sure, granted, this was in the throes of winter, but still, man. it seems surrounded by wasteland and just all feels grubby. at odds with that new Tottenham stadium, which is a glimmer of a shiny, chrome, silver beacon of hope in the middle of a frightfully distressing place.
well, that's that. it is undoubtedly the case that there is both much more to the east end of London than presented here, and that i have further images sat somewhere. perhaps i shall get around to thinking of something to write about them as and when i share them here.
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