Introducing Rebel DUK

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Photos in this  slideshow show some British and North American Iconic Photos of the 20th. and 21st. Century. Quite a large number of iconic historical photographs of the last 75 + years.
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EGG N CHIPS! WTF ELSE?!

His only topic of an average stokie hanlyite conversation, the recipe of his tea, when asked wot u havin 4 u tea? the tit wanks imbeciles retort is always:
‘egg n chips! wft u think?!’
‘wot i alwayz av!’

Stokie knubskulls when asked about the opposite sex and his upteeth, now long gone and  definitely over dead numerous failed relationships (of which 13 illegitimate children was his  long dysfunctional families outcome) of which his current status is of an unemployable alcoholic imbecile f. wit on his job club unwritten cv/ resume .., whom now resides or, lives as a  piss por sanctioned by government decree. refused his only source income JSA (Job Seekers allowance) scrounges pennies for cheap intoxicating liquor  fowl evil filth dog shite aroma and nasel boucahe .., the no. 1 choice drink of every bag head here in stoke which is often called champagne of the poor   the cheap as chips grog 7.5 %  cider pure poison loopy juice wife beater send anyone insane in days sold here in every paki corner shop 100 meters distance apart .., robbing his very own mother even theft out of her purse unknown to her as shes in advanced stages of senility..,  a kind well respected member of the local community..,   has to suffer this arse hole f wit,  her bastard son so she feels now poor and  unfortunate very weakened by him a long suffering OAP mum or mother to this arsehole, now, alomost dead or soon shall be,.., (then he’ll be totally fucked) is:
Women?’
‘Can’t live with them.

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Oscar Wilde I can resist everything except temptation

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Wilde enjoys a cigarette, circa 1870.

‘I can resist everything except temptation.’
‘When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know that it is.’
Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.’

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Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) I can resist everything except temptation
There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.’
Source: The Picture of Dorian Gray
‘Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.’
SourceLady Windermere’s Fan

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Talke and the A34

There is a road that runs right through the heart of my home village of Talke.
Talke is a village in the north of the Staffordshire county of England, four miles north-west of Newcastle-under-Lyme: an ancient market town and location of a v. old Anglo-Saxon and, later Norman castle (now gone! Alias!). Both mentioned in the 11th. century Norman chronology of England: ‘The Domesday Book.’

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CROWN BANK COTTAGE, TALKE. 1577

And, the place of my birth and my childhood home. The village of Talke [Our Talke] is on the north Staffordshire/ south Cheshire counties border in the U.K., with commanding panoramic views over the  v. richly-farmed-dairy-fields of the county of Cheshire. Full of really fat-friesen-pied-dairy-cattle. Cheshire also has v. ancient Norman, Dane and Saxon beautifully preserved churches and black-‘n’-white-timbered Cheshire farms and cottages unique to this county bordering the north-Staffordshire village of Talke. Cheshire is now the home of the super-rich with very quint and lovely, little villages on the Cheshire plain and south Manchester. Clearly visible most days when not foggy from the high ground of Talke on it’s north-western extreme. Talke also has superb views of the Welsh mountains to it’s south-western aspect.

The A34, the road that runs straight through Talke, is in fact an ancient Anglo-Saxon or prehistory (maybe!) north-to-south road that predates the Romans.
Starting in London and the south the road spans some 500 miles along its original route right threw the back-bone of England’s southern route to the north-west and to Carlisle in the north of England and to the Scottish border and to Hadrian’s Wall.
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The A34 road passing through Talke means in a small but, somewhat surprisingly, as Talke is a very small village even now, once tiny north Staffordshire village has not had a totally insignificant part to play in ancient and more recent English and British history. Just like the much larger and quite historically important and significant market town of Newcastle under Lyme. Due to this ancient main north west road since Roman times and maybe before passing straight through Talke the A34. A very old and ancient northwest route from London to Carlisle. The modern day equivalents, are the major motorways of the M4, M5 and the M6. The route north from London to  Birmingham, the Midlands and Northwest of England and then north to Scotland on the M6.

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The old market square at the top of the hill

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Russian Prostitutes. But, No Beggars, Dogs (or Students) Please, We’re English Football Hooligans Invading Russia

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OD-EnglandS-COAT-OF-ARMS-THREE-Lions Russian Prostitutes. But, No Beggars, Dogs (or Students) Please, We're English Football Hooligans Invading Russia europe england-history blog The often paranoid months ahead of the 1980s Olympics, nervous Soviet leaders removed every perceivable risk from Russia’s streets.
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Parents were told to send their children to pioneer camps, lest they become infected by foreign disease. Students were sent to work the fields, lest foreign depravity dirty their souls. Leading dissidents were advised to stay at home, or imprisoned in psychological wards, lest they brought too much attention to themselves.Stray dogs were killed; and prostitutes, beggars, and other undesirable elements swept away past the “101km mark” – a point beyond the city borders, where few foreigners went.Thirty-eight years on, history seems to be repeating itself.Once again, Russia is getting ready to host a profoundly politicised sporting event in a context of general distrust.OD-EnglandS-COAT-OF-ARMS-THREE-Lions Russian Prostitutes. But, No Beggars, Dogs (or Students) Please, We're English Football Hooligans Invading Russia europe england-history blog If in 1980, Afghanistan and the treatment of dissidents were causing anxiety, today, other wars, tensions and internal crackdowns are at play. At least two nations have declined to send official delegations in the wake of the poisoning in England of dissident Russian spy Sergei Skripal..
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Source: The Independent: No prostitutes, dogs, beggers (or, Students)
Written by: Oliver Carroll
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Cider with Rosie by Laurie Lee

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My life began as the carrier’s cart dropped me at the cottage in the summer of the last year of the Great War at the age of three. I was lost amongst the June grass that towered poetically over me, swaying gently in the soft Cotswold zephyrs, and even my Mother was temporarily entranced by the bucolic idyll I am now trying o’er hard to recreate. The long days crowed and chirped as we gorged on berries and feasted on scraps of stoat and fox.

Peace was here, but I could tell no difference. The countryside still marched to the relentless, inexorable beat of the seasons and the cottage still flooded when the winter rains swept down off the wooded hillside, bringing with them blackened cabbages and the pagan flesh of rotting badgers that we fell upon with glee. In the ample night I lay close to Mother, until one day I found my place in her bed had been taken by my younger brother, Tony.

“Thee be a man now, me luvver,” she said. “It be time for thee to share a bed with your 17 brothers and sisters.”

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Cider with Rosie by Laurie Lee
Edited by: John Crace 
Footnote: I have only the utmost Honest creatives intent with no more ambition but to share classic literature and creativity such as this: an English as an olde England story could be..,
As ‘Cider with Rosie ‘ is thought by wellminded well read wise Englishmen men and women to be the predominant lost history log of olde rural England.
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THE POST-INDUSTRIAL STOKE-ON-TRENT NORTH STAFFORDSHIRE ‘POTTERIES’

Post-industrial society is imploding and the city of Stoke-on-Trent in North Staffordshire is a perfect example of how capitalism has failed the masses.
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Longport – Burslem Photo of pot bank factory and bottle kiln in Longport (nr. Burslem, Stoke-on-Trent

The picture above is of a pot bank factory and bottle kiln in Longport (nr. Burslem, Stoke-on-Trent). I personally would love to learn more about one of the best preserved, real working, industrial bastions in the Potteries: Longport, Stoke-on-Trent. As it’s one of my favorite places in this city of ours and remains one of the only few real working pottery towns / village left in North Staffordshire.

Everywhere else in the city is largely populated with call centres and warehouses that provide the only jobs with the countries lowest wages. Stoke-on-Trent is a very economically depressed area today. For centuries this city was a hotbed of creativity and industrious success, hundreds of thousands worked in the ‘Pot Bank’ factories producing some of the world’s finest ceramica.

Josiah Wedgwood (born 1730) was one of it’s great forefathers and based his Wedgwood factory in Etruria at the heart of the city, producing fine ceramics since the 18th. century (and still do at the Barlaston factory nr. Stone in south Staffordshire). His wise acumen and gile, ensured commercial success for his famous ceramics. Josiah Wedgwood was the one of the first men in the entire world to use cosumerisurism-marketing and commercial entrepreneurship. Selling his Wedgwood-ware to the affluent British middle-classes and the rich North Americans.

But that has all changed today. Nothing much is left of this great creative city. All this has nearly been destroyed by those with all the power and money. Much of what is left of the once mighty Potteries and its victims: the working classes, the once: ‘Mighty Potters’ are out on their knees and, nearly all, completely destroyed.
It is a real shame to see Stoke’s heritage and people destroyed like this. Soon, to be lost forever.
Arnold Bennett is Stoke-on-Trent’s most famous writing son. But I find him a dull read when it comes to novels. Historically accurate, he provides a fascinating record of the better days of ‘The Potteries’ – ‘The Five Towns’ – The City of Stoke-on-Trent. Novels Like ‘The Card’ (Yawn!) ‘Anna of The Five Towns’ and ‘Clay Hanger’ provide amazing insights into the north Staffordshire Potteries. Once an industrial heartland in the north of England.
The Five Towns: Burslem (‘The Mother Town’) Longton, Tunstall, Hanley and Stoke (Fenton was the sixth and forgotten town. So, in fact, there were six!) were all mercilessly exploited during the 18th., 19th. and 20th. centuries by the criminal, conscious-less, capitalist business owners like those at Royal Doulton, Spode, Johnson & Johnson and to a lesser extent: Wedgwood himself. Stoke-on-Trent is now officially Britain’s second poorest city (after ‘Destruction’ Derby just up the the river Trent in Derbyshire).
The once mighty and active pottery firms who wrongly destroyed this city have left this city to employ low-cost, third-world labour in Indonesia and other parts of Asia. And so, continue to mercilessly exploit cheap labour and destroy lives, as they did us!
Where have all the jobs and money gone? Why did those in power and with all the money let this happen?
I will tell you why…
It’s because capitalism doesn’t work and Stoke-on-Trent is a perfect example of a city where capitalism is failing us in this, our post-industrial society.
Marx tells us the exploitation of the lower classes by the upper and middle classes is inherently self-destructive and a society based on right-wing, capitalist ideals, will implode in post-industrial chaos! Unemployment, poverty, illness, family breakdown, emigration by all those who can afford to leave, immigration of the poor, foreign exploiters of those left, social disorder with: drug abuse, riots, rape, child abuse, murder, theft, violence and widespread misery as those who have been exploited and treated like dogs and who implode into hopeless misery. The exploited try to rise up and rebel (or just give up and die from all the social and economic abuse). And, this is all from the disenfranchisement of the lower class, totally exploited masses.

The rich and powerful control everything we do and see and unfairly treat their slaves to THEIR system of capitalism. We feed their unquenchable, unfair and criminal greed. They will not stop until they have drained every last drop of blood, sweat and tear from the working classes. Until one day we say: NO MORE! Then it will be the rich and powerful who will have to reap the whirlwind that they have so, so mercilessly sown by the ills they have inflicted upon the lower class workers.

You poor take courage,
You rich take care,
This Earth was made a common treasury,
For everyone to share . . ‘

A Tribute to a Yorkshireman

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My Aunt Maureen or ‘Aunty Mo .,’ Pays Her Tribute to her Socialist Yorkshire born Yorkshire bread ‘with nowt taken owt’ Father’ 

SourceThe North Staffordshire Stoke based local to us here Newspaper: ‘The Evening Sentinel ‘-‘ All Our Yesterdays – ‘Remember When.’ circa: Saturday January 1st., 2015.’

Maureen Griffiths can still remember the night her dad claimed victory in the local elections of 1963.”
Horace ‘Bud’ Allen was named the new socialist left wing Labour party councillor of Ward 13 in Shelton, up Hanley duck! 😉  in Stoke-on-Trent north Staffordshire way back then. It was a tense showdown with right wing racist fascist  and corrupt as F.  Conservative rival. But, ‘Bud” won ..,through popular Hanley Stoke based grassroot support. As he was a well known local figure involved in the Workingmen clubs and bitter ale sloshed bars of Hanley, one of the five towns of Stoke on Trent. And, even at the Conservative Club of Newcastle under Lyme where one long days drinking led the Conservative steward award him his Free 50th. Newcastle Brown Ale as respect for his drinking prowess and ultimate cheeky charm.

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The Allen sisters as they are today: Patricia Killeen (left) and Maureen Griffiths (right) the writer of the Stoke-on-Trent based local newspaper story.

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Lymies Lowdown on Nantucket and London

  • Limey is a predominantly North American slang nickname for Britons, specifically people from England.
Nantucket Island, MASS. USA
  • Nantucket is an island 30 miles (50 km) south of Cape Cod, in the American state of Massachusetts. Together with the small islands of Tuckernuck and Muskeget, it constitutes the Town of Nantucket, and the coterminous Nantucket County, which are consolidated. As of the 2010 census, the population was 10,172, making it the least-populous county in Massachusetts. Part of the town is designated the Nantucket CDP, or census-designated place. The region of Surfside on Nantucket is the southernmost settlement in Massachusetts.The name, Nantucket, is adapted from similar Algonquian names for the island, perhaps meaning “faraway land or island”.Nantucket is a tourist destination and summer colony. The population of the island increases to about 50,000 during the summer months, due to tourists and seasonal residents. In 2008, Forbes magazine cited Nantucket as having home values among the highest in the US. Home prices per square foot are considered much higher than those in the Hamptons on Long Island.The National Park Service cites Nantucket, designated a National Historic Landmark District in 1966, as being the “finest surviving architectural and environmental example of a late 18th- and early 19th-century New England seaport town”.
London, England
  • London is the capital and most populous city of England and the United Kingdom. Standing on the River Thames, London has been a major settlement for two millennia, its history going back to its founding by the Romans, who named it Londinium. London’s ancient core, the City of London, largely retains its 1.12-square-mile (2.9 km2) mediaeval boundaries and in 2011 had a resident population of 7,375, making it the smallest city in England. Since at least the 19th century, the term London has also referred to the metropolis developed around this core. The bulk of this conurbation forms Greater London, a region of England governed by the Mayor of London and the London Assembly. The conurbation also covers two English counties: the City of London and the county of Greater London.

    London is a leading global city, with strengths in the arts, commerce, education, entertainment, fashion, finance, healthcare, media, professional services, research and development, tourism, and transport all contributing to its prominence. It is one of the world’s leading financial centres and has the fifth-or sixth-largest metropolitan area GDP in the world depending on measurement. London is a world cultural capital. It is the world’s most-visited city as measured by international arrivals and has the world’s largest city airport system measured by passenger traffic. London’s 43 universities form the largest concentration of higher education institutes in Europe. In 2012, London became the first city to host the modern Summer Olympic Games three times.

    London has a diverse range of peoples and cultures, and more than 300 languages are spoken within Greater London. The Greater London Authority estimated its population to be 8.63 million in 2015, the largest of any municipality in the European Union and accounting for 12.5 percent of the UK population. London’s urban area is the second most populous in the EU, after Paris, with 9,787,426 inhabitants according to the 2011 census. The city’s metropolitan area is one of the most populous in Europe with 13,879,757 inhabitants, while the Greater London Authority states the population of the city-region(covering a large part of south east England) as 22.7 million. London was the world’s most populous city from around 1831 to 1925.

Joyriding, drugged Up – drug dealers of Talke

Almost a year ago today.., one morning like this morning over a year ago in June of 2017..,
I Was on way back me mums @ approximately  12:30 am on Friday night year ago almost to the day and had just gone into the midnight hour..,   I was on my way home and smth really terrible happened.
Three young men: two local lads who I had seen before in the front seat and one out-of-town Asian man in the back seat, were all joy riding a stolen Peugeot car covered in dust. They drove past me at high speed in Chester Rd., Talke as I was approaching home.
They stopped the car ahead of me, reversed and rolled down the front passenger seat window and attempted to sell me drugs. I said I did not take drugs and tried to ignore them. They continually pestered me as I tried to ignore the drugged up joy riding drug dealers. I felt anxious and paranoid and knew they meant me harm. This continued until I got to the top of my street. So, I decided enough was enough! And, made a run for it and home. As, by now, they were blocking my path with the stolen car at the top of my street.
I dashed down Red Lion Close with the stolen car containing the three joy riding drugged up drug dealers in hot pursuit. The car mounted the pavement at the top of Red Lion Close as the drug dealing joy riding gangsters attempt to knock me down and kill me.I took to the front gardens on the left hand side of the street, hurdling the walls as to protect myself from the speeding stolen car with these three drugged up imbeciles bent on killing me inside.
As I approached the cul-de-sac midway and halfway down Red Lion Close and close to my house and safety I had run out of front gardens as the car screeched to halt and blocked my way home.
The men began to exit the car. So, I dashed behind it and crossed the street to the gardens opposite.

As I was running for my life, jumping over garden walls, the Asian man came at me with intent and trapped my last exit home and to safety. I dashed past him and right in front of the stolen car with one of the local lads at the wheel with the two other men chasing me.
I was nearly home, just a few feet away from my driveway.
I then, unfortunately, stumbled and fell onto the road right outside my house. As I Iay there, in front of the stolen cars headlights, the men punched and kicked me violently and I sustained multiple injuries to my head, body and face.
I knew I had to get to my feet as blow after blow was going to eventually kill me.
I stood up. Concussed and dizzy close to my driveway and exit to safety and home. I demanded (no pleaded!) with the three men to stop hitting and kicking me with a hands out, pacifists and peaceful gesture to cease all hostilities against me. For I had done nothing at all wrong to them and did not deserve such a terrible kicking for no F.in’ apparent reason.
They stopped hitting and kicking me. And then the local yob, who had been in the passenger seat, then tried to rob me. Asking for all my drugs and money.
I said I have neither. Because “I don’t do drugs and I’m skint.”
I then walked very slowly away, bleeding and in pain, up my driveway to home and safety.

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