Oh, how I love the inspirational views of Merry England.

The deliberate beastardisation of the word "progress" means that people in poverty-stricken, 19th century London look ten times more presentable and respectable than the tasteless yobbery currently dominating each western populace.

Petticoat Lane Market, #London, #E1 1800s

There is no reason that things could not be far better than that are other than the barriers that have been put in place to stop them from being so.

Something that causes me intense pain and immense reflection on my many journeys within cemeteries is when I see an elderly man or woman tending to the grave of someone that was clearly their entire world.

UPCOMING Pub/History walking #TOUR of 'Borough/Southwark.🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️🍻

🗓 #TOUR Date: 16th August
👥 Meeting At: London Bridge Station
🕦 Time: 11 AM


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You know things are bad when the villains from the 1960/70s/80s are better spoken than the middle classes of today. This is the notorious Charlie Richardson (South London) discussing police corruption before being sent to prison. In 1980, after attempting to obtain release, Charlie Richardson escaped from an open prison. He went "on the trot" for almost a year, even dressing as Santa Claus and giving out presents to children to publicise his requests for release. He openly drank with friends and old associates (including police officers) at several pubs on the Old Kent Road before fleeing to Paris, where he gave an interview to a journalist. In 1990, Eddie Richardson was sentenced to 35 years after being convicted of involvement in a £70million cocaine and cannabis heist. He was released after 12 years, bringing his total number of years served to 23. Today "academics" can't even talk without saying "life" between sentences.

Boys will always be boys. 🤝🛶

How can such hardship and poverty look so much more presentable than the height of modernity? Havelock Street in #Everton, #Liverpool, was famously known for its steep incline, earning it the nickname "Mount Everton." So steep was it that residents used a handrail just to walk up and down. It was located off Northumberland Terrace, near St. George's Church. While the terraced houses that lined Havelock Street have been demolished, a steep path with steps remains, still requiring a handrail for assistance. 

The more that the world gravitates towards finance and modernity, the more we lose the things that made us happy.

It isn't that we would not be able to restore the many wonders of a better Britian, but that they'll be forgotten altogether.

How can human beings be expected to have character when their surroundings have none.