please empty your brain below

Erith'smost famous daughter, the late Linda Smith, was equally enthuiastic in promoting the town as a magnet for tourists

'Erith isn't twinned with anywhere but it does have a suicide pact with Dagenham.'

‘Erith is in Kent - the "Garden of England" I can only assume Erith is the outside toilet’

‘not exactly a city that never sleeps, more a town that lies awake all night staring at the ceiling’
hexennialdote: An anecdote you repeat every six years, for example when a blog visits Erith.
As an instinctive lonesitter, I appreciate the attractiveness of this location.
foiledtree - Mother nature is optimistic

Shopping 'cart' - even DG succumbs to Americanisms, it really is the end of times.
Maybe Erith’s function is to have its lack of aesthetic appeal inspire outbursts of creativity such as this one.

I think tipregret should be tripregret. Yeah, I know, tipregret kind of works too, but also could apply for something rubbish-y.
I'd change sololunch to
solilunch
Joycean.
grimsquint: realising you can see something unpleasant in the distance, for example Purfleet.

Made me laugh! Many of these could become the new Yoofspeak!
I worked for the contractor who refurbished the pier and surrounding area, plus built the Morrisons in 1997/8. Whilst works were in progress the power supply to the navigation light on the end was maintained by a small generator at the far end of the pier, not a nice job taking the fuel out to it when rain/sleet/snow was coming in horizontally from the east, as the flood gates were shut and we had to walk.
This is pure brilliance.
I worked in Erith for a year in the 1980s and loved the people there. An elegant Victorian town had been destroyed to build a hideous new centre in the 1960s.
Erith Pier, before its renovation, was where two mad Dutchmen picked me up in a zodiac dinghy to board a Greenpeace ship that was blockading Bow Creek.
Happy memories.
“pierennial” as in the pierennial question- why the hell did I bother to walk all the way down here to see nothing of importance?
Maybe you can persuade Farrow & Ball to add Erithgrey to their range of paints...
Erithgrey: the English version of Max Boyce's Rhondda grey
A highly enjoyable wordery. I really get the feeling of the featurebelt and know tipregret; the sad buoyholes, just perfect. I do enjoy a list of words and these are a great addition to chuckle over and think about.
I ran the Thames Path from North Greenwich to one of its natural end at Enrith and the stretch between the recycling plant and Enrith is one of the bleakest, but not uninteresting, meandering as it is between nettles and estuary junkyards and rusted working warehouses and piles of slag.










TridentScan | Privacy Policy