Chris Mole - anyone regret his going?

Twat, but well meaning, I guess.

So Chris Mole is gone, replaced by Ben Gummer. A tosser replaced by a cretin. Your choice, is no choice.

Class A Bell end, no hope for him either. 

I remember the day the firemen demonstrated against - something - while Chris Mole was Chairman of the Praesidium at County Hall in St. Helens. Whilst I sipped a fine pint of Adnam's rightly popular Broadside, in the County Hotel (wherein Mrs. Wallace Simpson, love of the Prince of Wales, of resided whilst awaiting her divorce, what a backwater Ipswich was perceived at the time) , Mr. Mole refused to meet this group of life saving heroes. He was said to be seen lurking behind half closed blinds, high in the building.

The hundred or more attendees stood in St. Helens, at the County Hall, calling ....

"MOLE MOLE, COME OUT OF YOUR HOLE."

The past and it's destruction. All in the name of the future.

(Used with thanks to Simon K. from here)

Ipswich didn't suffer the disastrous Bull Ring, awful Spaghetti Junction, or anything else that the cultural Marxists foisted upon the masses who wouldn't support them through the ballot box, in the name of Change! & Modernisation!!

But in a tiny way it did, just the same. The Mount? Gone. Princes Street, with hundreds of residents, pubs, shops and Cattle Market? Swept away. Work? Real, well paid meaningful work, where skill at least was requited, and the remuneration at least enabling some kind of like? A memory.

The cultural Marxists despised the working people, and George Orwell thankfully spotted them for what they are. He was at least honest when he suggested that the working class smell.

It was the heroic Left - most of them well educated grammar school/public school boys, with a University degree rolled up under their arm, who wrought what Hitler was not able to bring to pass.

They did not care what happened after their Legoland was built. They herded the working people into the windy barracks of Whitton, Maidenhall and Cambridge Drive, away from the shops, pubs and most importantly the work that had sustained them. The council gleefuly destroyed communities, stole the hard paid for assets of homeowners and small businessmen because some deviant little bastard called Le Courbousier decided that the masses were only fit for herding into massive barns.

And the Grammar Schools were closed, their funds raped, and handed to one clique of Trotskyist or another to play their social engineering games with. The only way we had to escape was taken. (NB - Please, don't tell me that the Universities today - "Formerly the Spunkbridge College of Art and Design" are anything like the quality or use that what real Universties were. I have known too many with degrees from the 1960's and seventies, who compared to today are walking talking geniuses).

It was The Plan that mattered - not the people.

And now we are left with little more than ghosts. The odd chapel, an old house stuck on a limb, in the middle of some fascistic National Socialist redevelopment, a shop or two, forlorn and empty.

And they became very, very wealthy at one and the same time.

PS : The BNP could, just could, be the last hurrah of the white, working class people so hated, derided and despised by the Guardianistas. The BNP doesn't care about equality, modernism, education - it has the world view of Tolkien x Mary Webb x Charles Dickens, which is the rejection of all that is now. A kind of reaction if you like - possibly a counter-revolution - to a;ll that the Left holds dear. The BNP is the antithesis to the 1960's.

The Old Bell Inn, Stoke Street.

Here it is: Ipswich's oldest extant Public House. It sits on the corner of Vernon Street and Stoke Street, and looks over Stoke Bridge.

To the right of the picture is Stoke Street, which had The Defiance PH,. and was the home of Stoke Library whose closure which was one of the small acts of thievery commited in the name of central planning in the post war era.

To the left Vernon St., poor and sad as it looks now.

Once a thriving community spread forth from this windblown place: the street itself was the shopping thoroughfare, leading up to Wherstead Road, with Dock St., Gower St., Little Whip St., Great Whip Street & Felaw St., radiating from Vernon St.

You can get the feeling for it if you watch The Angry Silence, a very good film with Richard Attenborough in the lead role. Parts of the location filming was done both at the corner of Wherstead Rd. and Vernon St., and by Cowell Street, by what is locally known as The Black Bridge, further along Wherstead Road.

Uncle Tom's Cabin, Austin St./ Vernon St.

Uncle Tom's Cabin, Austin Street/ Wherstead Road.The bus stop both at thye pub and opposite were known as 'Uncle Tom's Cabin'. These were the bus-stops we used when visiting my Aunt iwho lived in the flats in the rear of the picture.

She had an interesting circuit of Ipswich in her life, setting up home with her husband in the 1920's in the then Bell Lane ,running from the Old Bell P/H, Stoke Street, into the middle of the present Vernon St. (cleared of the mixture of houses and shops by our technocrat pals in the sixties) flats, via Greenwich & Whitton estates and finally back to the renamed Bell Close.

I gather it was from here that the famed 'Ipswich Ripper' was apprehended by the Borough Constabulary.

Renamed in a fit of fascistic political correctness after demands by the Guardianista chatterati (who were ignorant of the effect of the novel, by Harriet Beecher Stowe, on popular support for abolition of slavery in the US in the 1860's) it was known for a while as the Orwell Mariner, which everybody locally promptly ignored.

College Street

Here is College Street, so named fior the proposed college which was sadly never built by Cardinal Thomas Wolsey, Chancellor of England an of Ipswich birth.The sad little house in the picture above sits opposite the last remaining element of the curtailed Tudor building work, that is 'Wolseys Gate'.

The house once stood surrounded by the hum of working people and machines, the area's economy formerly being docks, maltings, engineering and railways. Today the international elite are allowed to rape and pillage like the barbarian scum they are, and the productive work has gone, to be repplaced by rich scum and service sector jobs for the working class.



In this charming posed picture postcard, we see the gate with it's coat of arms above. Wolsey simply fell out with King Henry VIII, because he was unable to obtain a divorce for the rather execution crazy monarch. However he died at Leicester Abbey, before the axeman's tool of trade could perform.

Bath Street

Before the 1960's, when Tony Benn and the left of the Labour Party fell under the control of asset strippers like Brent Walker, Great Britain was covered in engineering and manufacturing workshops.

But Benn and his clique were inured by the 'cult of planning', which involved the 'all centralisation is just so gooooood' ideal, and scum like Peter Walker (later to be an MP and at the centre of the Great Miners Strike) played them like a guitar, gaining governmental support to close and strip thousands of businesses in the name of progress and modernism. Benn ruefully admits this in the BBC Adam Curtis series The Mayfair Set (google &download it on a torrent....)

This is Bath Street, branching off Wherstead Road, which lead to the main gate of Ransome and Rapier (R & R) , a world renowned engineering company. The large building in the centre of the picture was a detached workshop, the main works being to the right (and out of view) of the picture.

One of it's R & R's to fame:

The Stokes trench mortar was developed by an Englishman, Sir Wilfred Scott-Stokes (1860—1927) who was the managing director of a mechanical engineering firm, Ransome & Rapier of Ipswich, England. Although Stokes did not have a military background, he quickly grasped the need for a "portable gun" soon after war erupted in Europe. Stokes correctly reasoned that such a weapon would be valuable for reducing the deadly machine gun nests that were beginning to wreak much havoc on the Western Front. Stokes had a working prototype of his trench mortar ready for testing in December of 1914, barely four months after the war started.

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All gone to the benefit of the shareholders (for whom Robert Maxwell asset stripped R & R in the mid eighties) , the motor car and ... no-one else. The asset stripping of the eighties was merely a re-run of the sixties, hoovering up what was left of Britain's working class employment base.

Station Street/Rectory Road, Ipswich, 1940's - 1950's.

A victim of much the much vaunted town planning carried out in Ipswich, Station Street lost a large slab of family homes to the poxy system built trash that is there today.

At the bottom of the hill stood the Stoke Green Baptist Church, Wherstead Road and, across the way, , in Bath Street, Ransome and Rapiers Waterside Works