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I heard this on that Elvis night the other week, I'd forgotten how much I liked it.

The Brick Lane beigal shop! From a Jack the Ripper site AREAS OF SETTLEMENT By the mid-nineteenth century, Anglo-Jewry had moved away from the original area of settlement in Aldgate and was to be found in Marble Arch, Canonbury, Dalston, and other havens of middle class tranquility. The Aldgate area had become, as had the rest of the City, largely non-residential and filled with warehouses, offices and banks. But, the district immediately east of Aldgate was about to become the Jewish area par excellence. By 1914, 90 per cent of all Jews in England would live in the crowded streets and alleys of Whitechapel, Spitalfields and St George's in the East. A ghetto was in formation. Why did the refugees choose this area to settle in? One reason was the presence of earlier poor Ashkenazi immigrants in the area; another was the existence of the soup kitchen. THE POOR JEWS TEMPORARY SHELTER Yet another was the existence from 1885 of the Poor Jews Temporary Shelter in Leman Street. This institution was founded by Hermann Landau (1849-1921). An immigrant, having been born at Constantinov in Poland, he rose to become a Hebrew teacher and, later, a stockbroker. Another attraction was the numerous chevrot (societies or clubs based on towns of origin) which existed to aid the newcomer. WHY THE DISTRICT BECAME THE GHETTO But two factors helped to determine that this district would become the ghetto. Firstly, the majority of refugees arrived by steamer from Hamburg and these docked at Irongate Wharf by Tower Bridge (where the Tower Thistle Hotel now stands in St Katharine's Dock); it is a universal wisdom that immigrants first settle where they get off the ship. Secondly, and most decisively, the East End in general was the least desirable part of town and, within the East End, the parishes of Spitalfields, Whitechapel and St George's were the least opulent of all. The immigrants had little choice but to settle here. They could not afford alternative accommodation, and would probably not be accepted as tenants elsewhere in the metropolis. The Jewish communities which had arrived in earlier centuries were, or would become, middle class. But in the nineteenth century working-class Jews were arriving. The earliest identifiable group of Jewish industrial workers were the Dutch Jews who settled in the Cobb Street, Leyden Street and Toynbee Street area of Spitalfields in the 1850s. It was among these workers, who were involved in the cigar and cigarette manufacturing industry, that the first strike of Jewish workers in England took place in 1858. The East European refugees introduced three elements which had not hitherto been present to any extent in Anglo-Jewry: socialism, trade unionism and Zionism. The Anglo-Jewish community had been very comfortable until the arrival of these strangers who dressed differently, spoke a foreign language (Yiddish) and carried their radical religious or political ideas with them. They were not really welcome, but they were fellow Jews and so, initially, they had to be welcomed. But as early as 1882 the Board of Guardians of the Jewish Poor was taking advertising space in the Jewish press in Russia and Romania warning potential immigrants that if they came to England they would face great hardships and that the Board would give them no relief in the first six months of their residence. The Board was swimming against the tide; the immigrants had faced a stark choice of choice life (if they left) or death (if they stayed). The hardships of England were as nothing compared to the hardships of home.

Wiggle the splined shaft as well to make sure the twin bearing the front sprocket shaft sits on has no lateral movement. In and out is okay though..........(ooer)

Another story of every day people coping with extraordinary circumstances and just getting on with it. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2022/02/09/lorna-brunstein-of-black-lion-yard/

750s ATs raced as well.

I got 6 or 700 quid for my non running, filth covered 103,000 miler. I was going to try and give it away, I needed the room so I could have a bike ramp, but found someone who wanted a rusty non running project. They got it running (badly) but have not heard anything since.

Ahh yes, all through my youth I was told to not play that shitty loud music all the time, then one day it was, play the Daley Thompson song, play the Daley Thompson song.

I've been to a few pubs where you get at least one of those sort of characters, but getting them all together must be heaven for people watching. I was sat at a pub table with a colleague for lunch whilst at work. Sitting on the next table was a dangerous looking bloke and an old man who I had not only seen occasionally at work (selling raffle tickets for a hospice usually), but also in every pub I ever went in. The old man was obviously the worse for wear. He may have been called Joe but it's been a few years so not certain. Anyway, a young police constable came in followed by a bloke pressing a red stained towel to his neck, they approached the table with the two men previously described sitting at it. The policeman addressed the dangerous looking bloke like giving evidence in court. "Excuse me sir, this gentleman alleges that you argued with him in this pub toilet and then done him in the neck with a knife. I must ask you to stay seated until my colleague comes in and searches the toilet where the said incident took place." The thug at the table says something like, "It wasn't me, I've been sat at this table all afternoon, ask him, he's been with me the whole time haven't you", this pointing at the old bloke. The old bloke shook his head vigorously and then stared down at what was left of his pint. Another copper came and spoke to the young constable who then arrested and handcuffed the thug and led him out of the pub. The old bloke then stood up and asked me if I was going to finish my desert. I was leaving anyway so I handed it over. As I left I saw him drinking the small amount of beer left in my glass as well.

And of course you replied, "Madame, we have not been formally introduced!"

Battle for band name and Lionheart (2003–2006)[edit] In 1999, former members Graham Oliver and Steven Dawson registered 'Saxon' as a trade mark. They then maintained that they had exclusive rights to the name and tried to prevent Biff Byford and Saxon's promoters and merchandisers from using the name. Byford applied to the Trade Mark Registry to have the trade mark declared invalid. He applied on the basis that the registration had been obtained in bad faith and that he was entitled to prevent use of the trade mark by bringing an action for 'passing off', that is an action to stop others misrepresenting themselves as Saxon. In 2003, the High Court declared that it was Byford and the current members of the band who owned the name, and were therefore in a position to prevent Oliver and Dawson passing themselves off as Saxon.[10] After this Oliver and Dawson renamed their band Oliver/Dawson Saxon. I think I saw Oliver Dawson Saxon

I saw one of the Saxon groups a few years ago at a BMF show. Not this original Biff type singer, but they were still bloody good. Heavy Metal Thunder is regularly played in the garage, but not during work needing a gentle touch, Denim and Leather for that.

Yes, same here, I thought someone was yanking my chain (see what I did there). I barely believed the same sort of thing about the sandwich, cardigan or wellington boot, they are too familiar to be peoples' names. Perhaps one day people will look at an old tramp with no trousers on and his arse hanging out of a pair of grimy under-crackers and say to them selves, look at the state of his yens.

Or a piss only. They pretty much leave it up to you, they're not control freaks.

They usually just shrug it off. They lead the world in shrugging.

Crapping in the city is not as cheap as it used to be. The old saying, 'Here I sit broken hearted, paid my penny, only farted', no longer applies, it's around 50p to dump the kids off at the pool these days.

You have to be so careful with autocorrect.

It's a corker today. Underground Karzi. https://spitalfieldslife.com/2022/02/03/at-gods-convenience-o/

They used to play Big Balls by AC/DC there as well. You can't sing the chorus of that at the urinal.

You can't be French and not expect people to tell you to fuck off occasionally, that's just nature.

You're obsessed with man sex you are. Can't a few men stand an chat whilst holding their penis's without it being frowned upon?? Did Magna Carta die for nothing?

When a few of us used to go down the Green Gate on a Friday night this always seemed to come on when I was standing at the urinal pissed as a fart. I know I was pissed because I would be talking to other blokes trying to have a quiet piss whether they wanted to talk to me or not.

You know them stretchy net type bags you hang up with the balls of fat inside for the birds to eat in the winter??

One of the Romford busking brothers I think I posted up earlier in the thread (The Duallers).