Class but would need to fact check Dave being worth 30 million, if so then that needs to be publicised some more.

what makes you think the women of the east end wouldnt be doing the fighting rather than playing peacemaker. I remember some classy birds from my time in Newham who would have happily given that smug face a slap:-)

So this is why the Telegraph credited you as being one of the few leftists to have a finely developed sense of humour. Not much of an award coming from those fuckwits, but it's better than being ranked below Kamm in the Iain Dale shitlist.

Yeah well, David "call me Dave" Cameron is trying to be one of the people, ya know. On the street all hoodie style. Actually, wish someone would slap an ASBO on him...

Lenin ('ickle not real one) are you experiencing that well known disorder called "touch of green monsterus" syndrome? Cure: kick a few leaves around in a park near you and mutter expletives. Get it off your chest... And keep saying, "better luck next year"...

Dave,

it's usually the mate (who's usually called Dave) who does the United Nations bit: "‘Leave ‘im, ‘e ain’t wurf it." in such scenarios.

Please put that picture up to accompany this post. You know, the Etonian Wankers Society pose on the steps. Cameron (and Johnson) should never ever be allowed to forget that picture.

I don't know what the say in Stoke Newington ('Cripes' and 'Golly' probably) but here in east London and in my former residence of south London it would have been - 'Cameron, you fucking ponce (or 'wanker' etc, not 'slag') etc'.

'Bleeding' generally denotes an EastEnder script or maybe Arthur Askey, Tommy Trinder. etc.

Which reminds me of my first day in London, long ago, on the Gascoyne estate in Hackney.

Southpawpunch - 'Hello, I'm your new neighbour, Southpawpunch' (still in a Northern accent)

Neighbour - 'Yeah and what the fuck do you want? And who the fuck are you, why don't you fuck off back wherever the fuck up North you came from.'

Cockneys - not many left (outside Essex) but that's still too many.

I thought it was, "'ere, what's goin' on"? denotes a Eastenders script....

As a Hackney born and bred type, I note with interest that SPP is aware that Stoke Newington lies right on the magical postcode border of North and East London where EVERY SINGLE RESIDENT on one side eats sundried tomato ciabatta and drinks organic cava, while on the other side EVERY SINGLE RESIDENT eats pie and mash and jellied eels and has a right old cockerney knees-up and no mistake on a Saturday night gor blimey.

I lost count of the posh boys and girls on the left with their Mockney accents telling the rest of us how to be proper workin' class.

As someone who grew up on the Gascoyne estate, I suspect it was bounding up asking to borrow a mug of Chardonnay wot did it, Southpawpunch. And eastenders (not the ones off the telly) like my late Cockney grandma do say "bleedin'". Actually. "Ak-choo-ah-leh!", dear boy.

Please shoot me if I am either posh, speak Mockney or indeed tell people how to act - I did none (and also very seldom drink wine).

Do shoot me if I should ever write stuff on my webiste that sounds like it's straight out of, I don't know, the dairy of a Mitford sister?

"Sad news in the garden, a study of nature red in tooth and claw ('scuse me if I'm sounding like Vita Sackville farkin' West). I was just clearing up the rotting remains of the loquat fruit crop on the dandelion lawn, chewed up by squirrels and dumped on the ground before we got a look-in, when I came across the distinctive flecked blue fragments of a blackbird's egg."http://www.annachen.co.uk/news.html

A long way from the Gascoyne.

Southpaw: And your point being quoting Anna?

Blimey, I much prefer reading her stuff as opposed to the dry humourless so-called or what passes for political in-depth analysis on your blog. The only living revolutionary in London...

But then I am a Labour reformist who come the revolution will be shot for being a traitor to the class..yada..yada..yada!

And I also just lurve me wine...a nice glass of Merlot or Pinot Grigio (whichever takes my fancy usually red during Autumn/Winter months)

Paranoia, much?

First of all, Southpawpunch, the first para in my post wasn't directed at you at the time of writing, although I now suspect it was right on the money where you're concerned.

Secondly, the Chardonnay bit was a gentle humorous jibe in response to your assertion that there were too many Cockneys - an example of good taste and restraint on my part what with my dear old white-haired granny barely cold in 'er grave, 'n all, gawd bless 'er.

Thirdly, ten out of ten for studying my website so assiduously, (I don't know whether to feel flattered or stalked) but E for effort for missing out on the irony. "Dandelion lawn" might have been a clue. Evidently we commoners aren't allowed to take an interest in the natural sciences.

As for the "dairy" [sic] of a Mitford sister, I'd be quite pleased if I wrote like Jessica.

Louise,

There seems little point in responding as you answer your own questions save your points about my site, so
your "humourless" is, in they eyes of others "Nicely done, that was hilarious." (Duncan Money, from 'Nation of Duncan') about my parody of Labour party members (of which you're one)- http://southpawpunch.blogspot.com/2007/09/justins-adventures-in-bournemouth.html

Miaow, as you namechecked me in your post, then hardly 'paranoia'.

"Miaow, as you namechecked me in your post, then hardly 'paranoia'."

If you have "comprehension" problems then I apologise, SPP. But if you are merely uncomprehending, try reading stuff properly first. The first para comprising one sentence was nothing to do with you but has obviously pressed a big, deep, significant button.

I repeat, with reference to Dave's blog about posh people affecting street, the left was replete with the fuckas.

"... Chardonnay wot did it, Southpawpunch..."Ak-choo-ah-leh!", dear boy" - Madame Miaow - Para 2

Yawn. I think this is done and dusted.

"That photo" of the Bullingdon Club can be found here -
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2007/02/14/noxford14.xml .

And for a source about Mr Cameron's £30m, and much, much more, try the Daily Mail earlier this year -
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=462313&in_page_id=1879

Hi Dave
you seems to have a load of middle class tossers (northern or otherwise)making comments on this post?

Is this something to do with Cameron?

From reading John Gray’s blog, I can see that he is a red-baiting right-wing Labour type who does stuff like grossly libel a German socialist, living in east London, as supposedly having been connected to ‘Baader Meinhof’.

I wasn’t aware that he knew me or my circumstances - and I suspect the same is true about others posting - to give us the benefit of his ‘class’ analysis but I wouldn’t expect accuracy from someone like him anyway.

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I knew Cameron was a rich bloke but I had no idea it was anything like £30M. Even now, that is a lot. This certainly could do with a lot more publicity - there must be quite a few rich celebs that he is wealthier than.

Did this used to be a political blog?

My dear papa, born and bred in the Islington slums, always used the expression, 'Stone me arse stone' as well as a lot more riper ones. And 'bleeding' is a bone fide cockney curse, derived from 'by the blood of our Lady', same root as 'bloody'. The fact it is not heard in our fair land any more is because the genuine Cockney has been hunted to extinction, rather like the woolly mammoth or Tasmanian Devil.

I'm not surprised Davy Cameron has so much money, it's what distingusihes the rich from the likes of us: the poor or merely 'comfortbly off' as my dear mama used to say.

"Bleedin" is still common in Dublin - not a surprise really. "Jackeen" is the nickname of Dubliners - from Jack as in Union jack and the Irish diminutive i{fada} rendered "een" as Breala

Well I was born in the Wittington Hospital, Archway, so I've got as much right to decide how the Bow Bells talk as anyone ('turn again Dick Wittington' as reliable historical accounts record them yabbering).

I say bleeding and Wotcher ('What' Cheer in Dickens) and while the latter is fairly rare outside LOndon, the former is pretty common in lots of places - amongst the great unwashed (bad choice of words there Coatesy given the way it's pissing down right now).

What gets more on my tits than anything Cameron and other toffs affect, or even the bogus East End accents on telly, are 'social entrepreneurs' and 'counsellor' types. I mean, it's not as if any of the upper crust are likely to come into the places I drink or the political I'm involved in (though some of the local 'anarchists' - woolly vegan liberals - come from families not short of a bob or two). The ones I loath try to ingratiate themsleves with the populo by talking about Richard and Judy and Neighbours, or talk about the Lotto, and, above all, affect an interest in footy. Good sprinkling of outdated Mockney, tis true, but hard to distinguish from the Essex (just over the border) way of speaking anyway The one expression (Yankee) I really can not stand, sexist and inane at the same time is 'you guys'.

What do the workers and poor talk about? Personally I like a good chat with the ladettes and lads about Alisdair Crowley, what a twerp Cameron is, how we hate Bush, the afternoon's racing, Fairport Convention, the price of fish, pickling shallots, the Rugby World Cup, and the poetry of Cattulus (Btw this is not made up). Down in the Vaults we do disgree ferociously about some aspects of cimema history (that who featured in what film).

All these people born in sound of Bow Bells - were you all raised on Cheapside or Queen Street in the City? Or were they bloody loud bells?

Hackney Mothers Hospital for me, God rest its soul.

PS posh people who know nothing about football talking about football in order to ingratiate themselves is one of my pet hates. On numerous occasions I'm so sick of it it's tempting to just say that I'm not interested in football to avoid having another pie-faced goon spouting on about 'Lamps' and 'Becks' to me.

Alisdair Crowley?! Still sacrificing the goats, eh Andy?

I agree with you about football, Jeff. It all started with the Premier League then that gimp Nick Hornby. I read several pages of 'Fever Pitch' then couldn't take anymore of the phony bullshit.

I once worked with a member of Socialist Action who was a keen mountineer. I was shocked that he did not know that Alistair Crowley had climbed Everest, in fact, he had never even heard of Alistair Crowley, and he had a Phd!!!!!

That's nothing, Sue. The Respect National Secretary swore blind to me that astronomy is the same as astrology and he's the saviour of "The Class"!!!!!!

Hey Poshpaw

Dave originally posted the same stuff about the ex-labour, ex-respect, ex-CPGB now rejoining New Labour (german small businesswomen who is opposed to the minimum wage and who was wrong nicked on suspicion of being a member of the Red Army Faction).

Do you still "get off" on the thought of violence?

re Footie: the reply in the Vaults is to say, "We don't like football here - we're Ipswich Town supporters."

Stroppy " I remember some classy birds from my time in Newham who would have happily given that smug face a slap:-) "

Stroppy you talking about me again :)