North Sunderland

Sunderland 'separate land' is known as an Israeli stronghold up north but most Sunderland Isrealis went and go to school in Jesmond. During the 2008 floods a Morpeth lad on TV was so incredibly articulate about the Morpeth 2008 floods he must have frequented a Isreal Gosforth school and he would have known North Sunderland is not Roker rather near Lindisfarne towards The Scottish Border.

Natives of Sunderland not having Isrealli education lavished on them say from South Hylton and de-educated by New Labour Aspiring Upper Working Class Neo Tories would not realise Sunderland North was near Seahouses. Nor would they find anything unusual in smashing up Heworth Metro.

Just over the English border in Dunbar young Scot John Muir, north of the opencast mine of that Coastal East Lothian town, fifteen odd miles past Berwick upon Tweed which may or may not have been part of England, founded the first national park thus changing the concept of land ownership forever. Until then land in Northumberland belonged to a Robson or a Surtees or the Duke of Northumberland Harry Percy. In Aberdeen shire Scotland land belonged to the ferocious Black Douglases. Dangerously blurring the edges of a person's occupation and only affordable in cash rich USA. He was a "Wilderness Prophet," and "Citizen of the Universe." Once described as, a "poetico-trampo-geologist-botanist and ornithologist-naturalist etc. etc." The Indigenous Indians if they could speak English would say 'you can't buy a piece of the sky' when shown a mining or land 'claim'.
Confusion about which country Berwick upon Tweed is in starts (it is in England now) because Berwick upon Tweed stands watch on the North Bank of the River Tweed.
This young Scot 'overpaid possibly and over there' found and delimited Yosemite and Yellowstone Parks.
The National Geographic spin-off prose was so poor pictures were needed. This poverty found it's naddir in post millenium England in Cycling magazines which are below the thoughts of anyone on a bicycle.
The other legacy of John Muir's simple axiom was that once an organisation is formed then they and only they have hegomony in that area and everyone goes along with it.
The current villains in Inglind are:-
1. Any cycling fraternity
2. Any charitable deeds 'outfit'
3. SUSTRANS
4. Railtrack
5. Trading Standards. No fly pitching allowed
6. Railway stations (there are no private stops)
7. Criminal Records Bureau (no one can be charitable in England if they have ignored a red light on a bicycle)
8. Any organisation with ECO in the title
9. Students forbidden to tidy up their own flats
10.YHA Youth Hostel Association
These organisations are staffed exclusively by the Lower Middle Classes. Foreigners never join a Cycling Fraternity unless you want to hear about the Romantic Life of Middle Aged Bald or Bearded Men Cyclists and How this relates Cycle Spare Parts. In any group of cyclist there is always one shouting and leading and this is usually the Biggest Bore. Some of these continue chatting in online cycling forums presumably on an exercise bike or in the gym. Shame because The Famous Loneliness of the Short/Long Distance Cyclist is Fabled.
It would be nice to meet an "Interesting" cyclist and carry on the journey with them even if it means Turning Back.

Usworth

'With him is Stan Mallam well known all around. And gents such as these so seldom are found.' Extract from The Appleby Fair Poem. http://www.appleacregypsy.com/index.php/appleby-faire/48-the-appleby-faire-poem.html

Stan Mallam of Primrose Calf Close Lane Jarrow was sold a 'Dapple Mere' and the spots washed off.




Reading maps upside down shows a level of map reading skill. Orientate the map to landmarks and look along eastings and northings and virtual map farms appear as real outbuildings with ducks, horses and memories. Its good to start North being top of the sheet and visuallising the map and turning around the landscape virtually without turning physically as though say.

If you are arbeitslos (unemployed) in Jarrow and gay this is unlikely and you may think that cycling along Gay Street West Sussex England may be an untouchable dream. You can go on holiday even in 3D in Newcastle Central Library or in Jarrow Primrose Library, Primrose, Jarrow, The World, Milky Way etc but do not rustle chocolate bars or talk loudly as if it were not a church-like hush of deadly silence place with strong light and big skys. There is a Gay Cafe in Gray Street or Dean Street.

Between West Boldon and White Mare Pool on the Sunderland Newcastle Roads is a lane called West Pastures (first left after leaving the A19 and heading for A1(M)) which is a gay pickup kink in the lane causing me to be nervous whilst out jogging there once.

Remember Gay means Happy in English and Schwule means Close Clingy Weather in German. The Love Parade looks Gay but is'nt Gay.
Schwulstrasse is Hot Street in English and Gay Street means Tollgasse in German.



The Minus Zenith of Unglush Kulture occured in the gegenwart von gestern when Joe Gormley project Trafalgar World Square was mentioned on Radio 4 The Archers Foreign Office and Home Office Subliminal Message broadcast from Portland Place but written and produced in BBC Birmingham. The horrific line alluded to Andy Pandy Warhol taking 15 minutes by train from Paddington Bear Station, linking Paddington Bear, Ditchling Beacon, Sans Serif, TGWU Transport and General Workers Union, Ginger Peachy, T Dan Smith (deceased), Crosby Beach, Gill Sans, Thamesmead, Eric Gill, Grampian Hospital Radio in Aberdeen, Lewes, Portland Bill, Oscar Wilde, Birtley and Kibblesworth, Gatwick Airport and Felling Baths. Joe Gormley's Fourth Plinth Stars stay for 1 hour 4 times longer than Andy Pandy Bill and Ben Little Weed Trumpton Cocklewood Oliver Postgate Olympic Reggata Weymouth Bay Nogin the Nog Cricklewood Hampstead West Warhol's fifteen minutes.



Redemption surfaced via Matt Holness from Whitstable in Kent. Holness read English at Trinity Hall, Cambridge and has a way with words.

The Portland Stone building opposite Langham's Hotel Portland Street is now the symbol BBC Radio. If you are Unemployed, Karl Gustav Jung, Isreali and hail from Gay Street, West Sussex walk in to the BBC Bookshop and ask for a job.

Not far is The Talking Bookshop. Always say 'Good Morning' when cycling past. A mouth (letterbox) opens in the Talking Bookshop and says 'Hi Gabriel' or whatever your name happens to be.

Obviously one would not automatically link being a pansy from being from Jarrow but some obviously Hard Lad cultures do sound over friendly (Scots and Cockney and occasionally Welsh and Naval Ports).