The coastal front, a barren concrete levy with a thin strip of pebble beach. The high st full of pound shops, cheap cafes and out-of-work men having a fag outside gloriously shit pubs. Every woman over 25yrs obese.
Margate - the inner city vibe on the coast (a sh*thole) + a long strip of amusement arcades, pubs & fish 'n chip shops.
I took photos of the place, but subsequently deleted as it the images were were too depressing to carry around😀
Just outside Margate - a study in desolation
Peacehaven - a place so bad that suicide would be a better lifestyle option
The article mentions a book 'Crap Towns; published 18 years ago:
My daughter is a professional artist and owns an art gallery - she has just bought a Mitre Saw. Why? So she can make frames for her own paintings (frames are expensive, she'll save £100's per painting) + she can offer a framing service
If a kid hates maths but likes cars, forget trying to teach them maths; let him/her mess about with cars - he will naturally learn the maths necessary to become knowledgeable about cars and engines, there will be no resistance to learn
Years ago, when @hib31_art became an artist it wasn't in her mind to use machine tools! The evolution of her business, interest, and the nature of opportunity has led to it. No one could have predicted it.
There are relative standards and *absolute* standards; if you have absolute standards in a world of relative standards you are seem as obsessed, weird, orthorexic - but being judged by people with no absolute standards is as significant as a fart in a hurricane.
To have absolute standards in anything you have to create a force-field around you, as the entire environment and its agents are trying to turn you into a mediocre half-human.
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- Aging is diminishing variation
- The 1st Law of Cybernetics
- The best predictor of your future health is your current health
- Anna Karenina principle
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Ok, this was a paradigm changing day for me; I cycled along the Essex coast, first stop was Canvey Island, essentially a cockney diaspora bubble from London's East End.
This is the FIRST coastal resort where people said "Good Morning" and "Hello" as I walked along the front...
...the whole area was scrupulously clean and tidy. An old man (an eastender) started having a chinwag with me. People were very polite to each other (and the shopworkers were too) and friendly.
The East End of london is practically unrecognisable now (demographically) bengalis..
bangladeshis, muslims, blacks (can I say that) - the real eastenders moved out after the war to new towns with better accommodation and away from the areas that were changing.
Canvey Island is 99.9% white, hardly a hint of brown (I realised I was the brown one) with...