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    • Well remember the old saying Kai, It's not what you know, It's HUGUENOT BOOM! BOOM!

    • Not good Kai. You would then have had to flee Brighton from the Mods and that would have been your poor family on the run again ha ha.

    • Kai, that's not even funny 

  • Well Kai if they had fled in a different direction you may have ended up in Brighton. How would that have been?

  • Its strange to think that this used to be a Mod site ha ha
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    • Well I don't feel at home anywhere else but London Frames. I moved out into surburbia felt I had entered a land of car washing and extension building competitions. At night I looked out of the window and felt like I had died. I do like the countryside and do a lot of fishing in the summer, but only during the day. When I visit family out in Essex I get the same feeling as when I lived out there. Mind you London is not the same, I think the game is up.

       I did travel with my work, so I knew about other places. This brings me onto a question that I have wanted to ask for some time and wonder if there is anybody in the North East who can help. In 1977 I was working at ICI  Wilton and staying in Redcar. I used to go to Billy Pooles a pub in Middlesborough and a club Madisons (I think) and had some good times there. One night we asked some locals about any other action in the area. We ended up in The Bongo Club. I did jazz clubs in Soho and other places that were a bit different, but believe me never anything like The Bongo. All life was there. I was molested on the dance floor by a lady of dubious character with whom I thought I was going to dance  and was offered all sorts of other services and substances during the course of the evening. This was during the week but I was told it livened up at the weekends. I have since met Northerners who have treated me with disbelief and respect when I mentioned The Bongo. Anyone on here know about this gaff and where it was?

    • John,

      I can so relate to your post, although my mob had left the East End some years before I was born I still feel it's  home, sounds strange but even though they were leaving poverty they left something behind that could never be replaced.

      I now live in  nice, rural, leafy Buckinghamshire but get me on the train to London and the sun really comes out, my family were spread all over the place from London, and as a lad I worked out they were in a situation they did not like.

      Maybe that had a bearing on the path they followed, who knows, but listening to them and their stories probably had a strong influence on my upbringing and wanting to be just like them, how wrong you can be.........

      The strange ending to this little post was the village we live in now was mostly inhabited by East Enders who were moved here during demolition of the slums, so every now and again its' party time with Whelks, Cockles, winkles etc , you cant beat a winkle sandwich can you ?

    • Hi Mr G

      There are more traditional ex East Enders living out in Essex than ever there are living in the East End. My family moved into the London between 1695-1700.  I am of Hugenot extraction (French Protestant refugees) and have a French surname. They lived in Spitalfields,Stepney,Berthnall Green and Shoreditch. I was the last to move out  from Hoxton but had lived in Stepney/Whitechapel as well. When I get in the East End it is like putting a glove on. I can't explain it, I feel as though I am home. It is nothing like it was,so I suppose it is that feeling of nostalga and belonging that I miss.

      Winkle sandwich? I hope you are not making a sexual innuendo again Gardner.

    • The last silk weaver in my family appears in the 1841 census in Spitalfields which was a weaving centre for Huguenots, but they settled all over the country. The furniture industry in the East End grew up around the silk weavers, providing chairs,sofas etc. You are quite right about the church in Soho Square. There is a mosque in Brick Lane,which was a synagogue,which was built as a Huguenot church. This is the sequence of immigration in the area, Huguenots,Jews and Bengali.

    • Hi Kai

      Read in a book years ago that someone with the same family name as mine came from Strasbourg. This is obviously on the French/German border and has changed hands between the two countries, and of course the Lutherian movement in Germany would lend itself to the Protestant connection.

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