Thursday, February 12, 2009
The Soul of Sussex
One thing you can be sure of in Sussex - you will meet a man in cavalry twill trousers, yellow waistcoat and houndstooth check sports jacket who collects old MGs. Guess what? Yesterday, in Sussex, I did.
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
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ReplyDeleteMerely, Philip, that you meet such men in Sussex.
ReplyDeleteCounty archetypes, eh. A rich but neglected seam. Who can doubt a true Yorkshireman when you see, hear and consequently run away from him?
ReplyDeleteIn Devon there is a particular type of gent; ruddy-faced, beaming, sideburn-sporting, tweedy but classless.
My favourite nutters are Cornish ones. In a pub in Pendeed once I nearly jumped out of my seat when a man in a corner with a three-legged dog suddenly launched into a furious and foul-mouthed anti-Semitic tirade at the television. Odder still, the TV was showing an Attenborough documentary about flamingoes. "You f***** foreskin-less Jewish c***s!" he yelled at the oblivious pink flock.
That's Cornwall for you. Inexplicable.
That should, of course, read 'Pendeen' not Pendeed. In case you want to visit and see the flamingo-hating anti-semites.
ReplyDeleteWhy do you think they congregate in Sussex?
ReplyDeleteAny idea what the stereotypical Northumbrian, or Cumbrian looks like?
Yellow waistcoats are a must.
ReplyDeleteAh yes. There's East Sussex and West Sussex and then there's Sussex, an imaginary garden with real old MGs in it. Good to hear it's still going strong.
ReplyDeleteWish I was him.
ReplyDeleteHere Here, I used to collect old MGs
ReplyDeleteA.. I dont wear cavalry twill pants.
B.. or a yellow waistcoat
C..or a check jacket
D.. I most certainly do not or would ever wish to live in Sussex, it's full of shandy drinking wimps. Mind you I used to live in Staplehurst, that was close enough for me. Kent had lots of carrot crunchers wearing smocks and leaving their horse and trap in the pub car park, all pubs were called 'The Bull' and full of fat ruddy faced blokes called Eddie wearing houndstooth jackets, yellow waistcoats and cavalry twill trousers.
Nice people though, it amazed me, this in the early sixties, how very much more shagging went on in the countryside than in the city.
Brit, I'm surprised you found any locals left in Cornwall When we go the place is populated with Londoners.
Sounds like my grand dad except he collected very old Austin sevens and had several lurchers.
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