A guide to Bath

Posted by Guessedworker on Tuesday, 27 March 2007 00:05.

The tourist office in Bath knows how to tell the punters what they want to hear:-

The golden city of Bath has been welcoming visitors for over 2,000 years. Designated by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site, Bath presents some of the finest architectural sights in Europe, such as the Roman Baths and Pump Room, the Royal Crescent, Pulteney Bridge and the Circus. The surrounding seven hills, the river Avon running through the heart of the city, and the towers of Bath Abbey combine to create a wonderful first impression.

Unfortunately, there is a second impression. Bath also has an underclass (in Snow Hill), and it has all the precious gifts of diversity. On checking the BBC’s report of the murder of father-of-two Paul Kelly, 32, on New Year’s Day I happened across Bathradar, a blog giving “sexed up local news for Bath”. The Longacre Tavern, where Mr Kelly was repeatedly stabbed to death, has been accorded two posts.

One of these publishes the poem also reproduced in this BBC link. It has been fly-posted around the city and it gives a name for the young black killer of Mr Kelly:-

Now I will show you how a few words can be made
As sharp and deadly as any boy’s blade
How running away will not you save
The truth is there like an open grave
A defenceless man is dead and his blood’s gone cold
But the story of his end is going to be told
You can run and run till your shoes wear thin
And hope that you’re safe ‘cos of the colour of your skin
An Innocent man lies dead, and who held the knife?
It was you we all saw take his life
The New Year was but a short hour old,
When you and your mates were: Oh, so bold.
You put us to shame,
But we did the same.
It was black on white, so it must be right
It was you who said: ‘He had it coming that night.’
Then you ran away and we turned out backs.
You said we would be next if we breathed a word
We took in your threats that now sound absurd
So we closed our eyes
And took in your lies
We turned our backs and gave you our asses
Just as brave as a bunch of City Road lasses.
You made us look like batty boy sluts,
And you might as well have shafted our butts
Cos we’ve taken your bragging jizz right into our guts
Now your filth and lies burning inside us like poison and guile.
But soon all the shit’s gonna come out so prepare for a trial.

So where will you run when, at last, you face a brave man?

You gonna run once more through the streets, all a quiver?
Will wash yourself down in the deep, deep river?
Yow, young NAME REMOVED,
Listen to what I say and take good heed:
You can wipe your bloody hands in the grass, till they bleed
………..But you will never, never get them clean.

Well, the poet - a murderer in his own right if one cares about poetry - is a patron of the toughest pub in Bath. Here’s the kind of things people say about the Longacre Tavern and its clientele, as reported by our Bathradar blogger:-

“It is the strangest place” says Sarah-Louise Howells. “I went there one New Years Eve. They have an amazing selection of sweets behind the bar perfect for midnight munchies. There were some heavy duty guys playing pool who spent a lot of time trying to look scary, but when it struck midnight were actually as sweet as anything.” But trouble flared when one of them made an innocent grab for Sarah. “There was nearly a massive fight though as one of them lifted me up to wish me Happy New Year. A whole group of white trash females got the wrong idea. They were actually the scariest element of the place - so much so I didn’t go to the ladies all night.”

Life down at the Longacre revolves around the pool table. Stuart Knox took his life into his own hands when he stepped up to play. “I put my money down on the pool table and stayed on for the next seven games against some of the locals, including a tattooed anorexic lesbian, a drunk Irish woman dripping with cheap gold jewelery, the DJ and a couple of ‘rude boys’, finally being beaten by a white dreadlocked Goth who was one of the best pool players I have ever seen.” Stuart reckons the Longacre isn’t the no-go area it’s made out. “In short, it’s a pub that caters to the Snow Hill estate so it is bound to have it’s fair share of rough characters. It’s quite a good laugh provided you behave sensibly and with self-preservation in mind.”

For Bath newbie Michael Fordham, the Longacre Tavern served as a swift baptism into the Bath’s underbelly. “As a fully paid up cockney and West Ham fan with a fighting weight of fifteen stone, I’m not usually put out by dodgy boozers. Especially those in Bath. But a couple of Friday evenings ago I found myself early for a meet down the London Road, and nipped in to the Longacre for a quick one” he reports. “Carnage. The place was charged with the atmosphere of a cockfight in Galtieri era Buenos Aires. At 6pm a pod of thickest-set swerves this side of the Bristol Channel with forearms like Wiltshire hams were in deep, mob-handed and reeking of Stella and mint imperials. They were hogging the pool table and bantering tumultuously, feeding the jukebox with nuggets in return for back-to-back Eurovision tunes. Soon a fat girl walked in wearing hideously revealing burgundy velvet wraparound; vaguely gothic and tangibly smack happy. The boys pounced (they were obviously from the same gene pool), grabbing her barely supported dugs and telling her to have a shot whilst they decided whether or not to go for the pink or the brown. Never was a pint of Guinness more quickly quaffed.”

Amazing place, and reminds me of some of the pubs I used to frequent professionally in my London days. Not sure if I would want to go back to them now though, never mind the Longacre.

Perhaps it will improve when Avon & Somerset Constabulary and Bristol Crown Court reduce the local vibrancy by means of one life sentence.

Tags: Oh Tempora, Oh Mores

Comments:

Posted by stari_momak on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 04:10 | #

The place was charged with the atmosphere of a cockfight in Galtieri era Buenos Aires.

One hell of a simile for a fully paid-up cockney.

Posted by Kenelm Digby on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 13:31 | #

With current growth-rate projections, it is fairly safe to assume that ALL of England from the pretty little county towns to the smallest hamlets will be blessed with London-style diversity in a generation.
You can choose to believe or disbelieve me.
Another point, there is precious little employment in London for the urban yoof, most industry relocating to the outer London ‘ring of Crawley, Bracknell, Maidenhead, Hitchin, Brentwood etc.
Expect ‘respectable’ black faces to pop-up in these places for employment as air-con engineers, gas fitters etc.The real scum will move in short order after them

Posted by Fred Scrooby on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 03:54 | #

“ALL of England from the pretty little county towns to the smallest hamlets will be blessed with London-style diversity in a generation.”

Kenelm Digby is of course totally correct. There is nothing politically in place right now in Britain (or elsewhere in the Eurosphere) to keep exactly that from happening: the complete Brazilianization of the U.K. and every other Euro country.

À propos of the changing demographic situation of the city of Bath and environs: this Vdare.com letter-to-the-editor, up this morning and addressed to Americans, applies as well to the U.K., every country in Europe, and every country in the Eurosphere:

Re: Kevin Carter’s Column: Immigration Genie Out Of Bottle At CPAC Conference

Sorry, but regarding the National Question, I’m having trouble seeing how he immigration “genie” is “out of the bottle” if, as Carter reports, so-called immigration restrictionists are still having trouble dealing unsqueamishly with the race/ethnicity aspect of the immigration crisis.

And by immigration I mean legal as well as illegal immigration.

Have they asked themselves this question: Does America have a national identity as a majority white nation? Think of the Founding Fathers.

If so, is this national identity worth preserving? People ought to be asked these questions, and politicians especially ought to be forced to answer them, even if it makes them uncomfortable.

If open border enthusiasts like radical leftist Max Blumenthal are the ones who bring these issues to the forefront, albeit accompanied by all the usual derogatory innuendo, so be it.

Incidentally, and in the spirit of previous work on VDARE.COM, I’m wondering what the demographic profile of Blumenthal’s home area is. In particular, for example, does his local police department have a gang task force or are there any bad schools in his neighborhood?

People are going to have to begin getting comfortable with reasonable, perfectly appropriate ways of talking openly about race. There’s nothing wrong with it: if I were conversing with a random Japanese guy about immigration we could certainly agree that it would be preferable in the view of most Japanese in Japan for that country not to accept, let’s say, race-replacement volumes of Euros as immigrants and there would be nothing “wrong with” that preference on their part — nothing whatsoever: no, it wouldn’t be “racist,” “evil,” or anything other than strictly normal and unobjectionable. Highly laudable, even. In fact, the opposite attitude on their part would seem extremely weird — would seem like the cricket (once infected with the gordian worm) jumping into the water to drown: not normal.

Simple “thought experiments” such as this will easily teach normal, reasonable white people who may find talking about race awkward how to see their own legitimate expectations and preferences in a light very different from the one our largely Jewish-controlled media currently brainwash us every day into “internalizing” for reasons considered beneficial to Jews notwithstanding the cataclysmic harm done everyone else.

There’s no such thing as solving this problem by"treating the non-whites decently and assimilating them”: England can’t assimilate six billion non-whites and still remain England, and that’s the number we’re dealing with as long as the immigration doors are kept open. It could with six, or six hundred, or six thousand, not with six billion. No Euro country can. So, “treating the non-whites decently and assimilating them” is a non-starter on its face. May we have the next proposal?

The BNP has one ...

So does this web-site: it’s called Moratorium-and-Repatriation. It’s feasible and thoroughly humane.

Let’s get working on it. And let’s start talking openly about it. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s normal. People like the Japs and the Chinese, in fact, look at us and think we’re crazy not to.

Posted by Fred Scrooby on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 14:08 | #

“Well, the poet - a murderer in his own right if one cares about poetry” (—from the log entry)

Actually — I for one found that a pretty good poem. Reading it over again after a year-and-a-half, I like it even more. Also quite good is the “prose” passage from the Bathradar blog describing the atmosphere in the Longacre. This is good writing. These guys, these Englishmen, the poet and the blogger (both working-class no doubt), display a native English talent for English words (I know that sounds tautological but there it is), sort of a native English genius for effortless unselfconscious English wordsmithing, found in the blood (“blood” being the older word for genes) as well as passed down the generations from Englishman to Englishman as tradition. The Jews who are pushing race-replacement don’t see this native trait, this or a billion others, and wouldn’t appreciate or understand it if they did (or admit it was partly inborn and therefore can’t be duplicated) because theirs is a different kind of blood and there’s a sense in which it takes blood to know blood. Englishmen: from one who is not a member your race but knows your race’s value and wishes it well: Do not let the Jews or anyone replace you with any other people, any other race.

Merry Christmas to all the patrons of the Longacre Tavern (especially the English ones)!

Posted by Fred Scrooby on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 14:29 | #

“May we have the next proposal? The BNP has one ... So does this web-site: it’s called Moratorium-and-Repatriation.” (—my comment, a couple above)

So does Sir Guman Noon, “the Curry King” — at least as regards the moratorium part.

When the British Subcons themselves are clamoring for immigration common sense you’d think the Jews who control both the Tory and the Labour Parties can’t be far behind.

You’d think wrong.

Those Jews are never going to budge an inch on immigration or give permission to the British stooges they control to budge an inch, but will have to be dragged kicking and screaming into the light on this issue.

It’s high time to start dragging them and not be put off in the slightest by their kicking and screaming.

Posted by Fred Scrooby on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 14:31 | #

Pardon me, that’s Sir Gulan Noon.