I’m sure I’ve seen a reference to Arday’s house in South London – Battersea – being described as a council house. Cannot find that reference now, it’s swamped by results noting that he grew up in one. Which is annoying. Because the idea that a full professor at Cambridge still gets a council house in London is a damn good example of what’s wrong with council housing allocation, no?
Ah, so: https://crystalroof.co.uk/report/postcode/SW83DB/overview
Seems that it’s highly likely to be social rented housing.
But he wasn’t a full professor at Cambridge when he was growing up! He was probably earmarked for store clerk at Sports Direct of junior manager at McDonald at that time.
And would have been out of his depth in both.
No way would you ever knowingly hire a fabulist fraudster to man the tills. Money would have gone missing, and he’d have blamed white supremacy.
He made a lot of money over the past decade so doubt he was commuting to Cambridge from a council flat, but who cares? I grew up on a council estate, and nobody ever wafted me to national attention on a magic carpet of special privileges and unearned rewards, because I’m a (spit!) indigenous white male Briton whose ancestors were here before King Charles’ ancestors stole our country
…whose ancestors were here before King Charles’ ancestors stole our country.
Er…the King is a direct descendant of Alfred the Great – his 33 x great-grandson
No Jormans involved then?
William II (Rufus) and Henry I carried Alfred the Great’s bloodline, because the Conqueror married Matilda of Flanders who was Alfred’s 5 x great-granddaughter.
The Conqueror’s great-aunt was Emma of Normandy who married Æthelred the Unready – a great-great-grandson of Alfred the Great. This marriage produced Edward the Confessor, making William the Conqueror a first cousin once-removed to the English king he eventually succeeded
The link to Alfred the Great became even stronger under the Conqueror’s son, Henry I, who married Edith of Scotland – a direct maternal descendant of the West Saxon kings. This union permanently fused the Norman (Viking) and Anglo-Saxon royal lines, ensuring that every British monarch from Henry II down to King Charles is a direct descendant of Alfred the Great.
We probably all are descendants of everybody that far back in time.
And I’m the pharaoh because Queen Nefertiti had nineteen or so children so it’s likely I’m a direct descendant.
9% of central Asian men descend from one man in the twelfth / thirteenth century. Probably Genghis Khan.
Yes, the Identical Ancestors Point – except, obviously, for those family lines that died out somewhere along the way. You might have a trace of Alfred’s genetic material, but King Charles is likely to have more because of Royal selective breeding. In any event, the IAP disproves Steve’s claim that his “ancestors were here before King Charles’ ancestors stole our country”.
PS According to the genetic tests I’ve taken, I, an Englishman, have no Anglo-Saxon or germanic genetic material. I am predominantly Orkney and North Yorkshire, and 4% Norwegian with traces of Welsh and Irish (so 97% human!).
Well the Anglo-Saxons did steal the country from the Romano-Britions, didn’t they? Kraut cunts.
Except that the Angles lived in Denmark….. As did the Saxons, having kicked out the Angles before they hied off to the Isles…
Honestly.. If there ever *was* no-one to take the british Crown, the current Monarch of Denmark has better claim than our dutch Royal House..
Simply because it can be clearly shown that *every* successful takeover of ( major parts of) the british isles originated from Denmark, right up to Willam the Conqueror.
The Danish royal family does hold a legitimate place in the British line of succession, but they are hundreds of places behind King Charles and his direct descendants.
King Frederik X and King Charles III are distant cousins, both being direct descendants of Queen Victoria.
Chas’s dad was really Danish, despite being called Phil the Greek.
Claudius might disagree with you
As did the Nordic invaders. But neither the Anglo-Saxons or Danes/Vikings degenerated to shagging sheep…
Norman apologist
There’s no need to apologise, Steve.
Steve doesn’t apologize.
And why should he?
Ummm yeah Theo…
At that distance I’m a direct descendant of the Wends/Venetii of Mecklenburg and Holstein in male line.
Even carry the same surname for all those generations…
Yet that “doesn’t count” for mere mortals, so I can’t lay claim as an Indiginous Survivor of a brutal act of Genocide by the Teutonic Order and the King of Denmark on even a post-stamp’s worth of the Land of my Ancestors..
Jug-Ears is about 15 times more removed from Alfred the Great than I am from my patrilineal ancestry…
At that distance I’m a direct descendant of the Wends/Venetii of Mecklenburg and Holstein in male line.
OK, so you probably have Slav ancestors; but your ancestry (as stated) is general, not particular like Charles III’s genetic connection to Alfred (which is amplified and consolidated by Royal breeding).
Yet that “doesn’t count” for mere mortals, so I can’t lay claim as an Indiginous [sic] Survivor of a brutal act of Genocide by the Teutonic Order and the King of Denmark on even a post-stamp’s worth of the Land of my Ancestors…
No, because your connection is general and tenuous. Like blacks who claim reparations for slavery…
Jug-Ears is about 15 times more removed from Alfred the Great than I am from my patrilineal ancestry…
Really? As I said, Charles III’s genetic connection to Alfred has been amplified and consolidated by Royal breeding. Has your family been breeding selectively with other Western Slavs for generations?
It could well be because he grew up in one that he went on to live in one if the experience of my late brother is anything to go by.
My father applied for a council house when I was born but by his telling the clerk laughed at him and suggested he put my name down. we never did qualify despite my father growing up in the Bradford slums.
My youngest brother eventually married a woman who was already living in a council house in Stevenage with her daughter. He was posted to Germany so they moved in to married quarters.
A few years later he was made services no longer required based on him having missed promotion to Sgt in the required time. They applied for a council house in Stevenage based on his wife’s history there but were refused because the council claimed he had made himself intentionally homeless. He won an appeal with the aid of SSAFA and was granted a council house, and quite a nice one.
He died when his son was about 13 and his wife died when he was about 19 but still living it home. In the meantime his step daughter had been granted a council flat. My nephew wasn’t allowed to stay in the 3 bedroom house and was granted a one bedroom house.
So, unless something has changed the moral of the story is that once you’re in the system you’re in for life and so are your children.
Addendum: my step daughter bought the flat and is now in the private system and has no chance moving back in to it.
1986 – living in a council house meant you had basically failed in life. No working class parents ever wanted their children to live in rented accommodation
2026 – living in a council house is a privilege which means you’ve basically won the housing lottery
Where I grew up there were 2 types of council estates: sink estates where you really didn’t want to walk through in daylight let alone nighttime and the more classier estates with solid built houses, wide roads and front and back gardens. Stevenage is like that.
The last time I went to Stevenage the council estates where my brother had lived was full of new cars, BMWs, Jags, Audis and the like.
We were dead lucky as a family. There were a lot of us and the council needed to provide a 3 bedroom house ( mum an dad had very poorly paid jobs ).
We were found a council house on a private road. It had just been modernised and had new gas heating, an extended kitchen and a nice little garden.
In fact the council often ‘lost’ it and denied that it existed. My parents still paid the rent though.
My old dad was a bit red and never really believed in private property. His parents had a council house in Brixton – it was bloody massive.
When I was a kid I did Christmas posting on an estate of the first type in Rochdale. I didn’t get a minder for that but I noticed the rent collectors went round in pairs.
My daughter has an ex council house in Stevenage. 3 bed end terrace which isn’t too bad. It seems to be an ex council estate of the second type, fortunately.
Motability cars?
St Evenage is a standing joke to those living in the nicer places in Hertfordshire. As is Wot!ford.
No, this was long before the mutability scheme became a thing, let alone a fashion accessory.
BMWs, Jags, Audis and the like…
No surprise when the rent discount is worth 8 to 12 grand a year, tax free.
Yep, that’s the point I was making.
“No working class parents ever wanted their children to live in rented accommodation”
Not quite true, my party wall neighbour is council, and the elderly white couple that lived there when we bought and moved next door were old Labour types, and the husband refused the chance of ‘right to buy’ because he didn’t agree with it. The wife died last year and the council took it back, and immediately moved in a black family.
The current Australian Prime Minister, Anthony Albanese, did apparently grow up in council housing. In Sydney, so hardly roughing it. He’s also been known to make a big deal about it. And recently bought a beach front property for millions of dollars.
It will be interesting to see if his Arday moment arrives.
Well the weather’s nice but there are some rough parts of Sydney, as I recall. I was warned never to go to the Western Suburbs, not that I had any call to.
Btw, the media is full of lies about how “kind” and “big-hearted” Jason Arday was.
Bollocks.
Kind people don’t dedicate their career to spreading hateful racist conspiracy theories against white people (who gave the little clown every advantage they could).
Big-hearted people don’t set Carter Ruck and the Metropolitan police on people who ask them legitimate questions.
Good people don’t steal other people’s work and pass it off as their own.
Jason Arday was a thoroughly rotten person, and his suicide was a thoroughly rotten betrayal of his children.
As I expected he’s now our George Floyd.
Tractor Gent, that was Mrs Ltw’s immediate prediction, the new George Floyd.
Surely the council house in Clapham where he was raised by his Ghanaian immigrant parents will be bought and preserved by the National Trust as a shrine to his ground-breaking achievements? The property where he died, on Daley Thompson Way in Battersea, will at least get a blue plaque…
Long time since I was down that way, so my geography is a bit hazy. There were a cluster of streets of council housing along the Wandsworth Road as one comes into Lavender Hill. They were named after black British olympians : Daley Thompson, Tessa Sanderson and Phil Brown are the ones I remember. This was in the 1980s, when sprinters and footballers were of West Indian extraction and one could spell their names.
By the way. If you keep going up the Wandsworth Road to Nine Elms, you come across the council estate where I was born.
There is a road up there called Hemans Street. Alas there is no Skeletor Avenue to complement it.
I remember Daley Thompson being an absolute megastar, but don’t recall his skin colour being relevant or particularly noticed.
We’re a much more racist country than we were then though.
That’s because Daley was a Brit who happened to be black. Now, they’re Blacks who happen to live here, and rather we didn’t. Quite a difference.
A few years ago I was walking in Vauxhall and overheard two black girls in front of me. One said to the other: “One day, all this will be ours”. It gave me quite a start.
They’re welcome to it, although I admit my latest experience of the area was when I was working at Tintagel House on the embankment in the eighties.
The thing I love is black people, especially in London, complaining about ‘gentrification’, i.e white people moving in. Who do they think lived there before their grandparents arrived?
Reg Varney.
“wipipo, come back!”
We had race grifters in the 1980s just as much as today.
Darcus Howe springs to mind as one of the worst.
This street renaming lark was a result of lobbying of Wandsworth Council. No Seb Coe Alley or Steve Ovett Street though.
My uncle lived on Rhodesia Road in Stockwell and led a successful campaign to stop Lambeth renaming it Zimbabwe Road.
Steve Ovett Railings would be a good one
Stap my vitals . . . Rhodesia Road, in Stockwell? It’s like a genie took my memory, sitting in my kitchen in Michigan in the early morning light, and transported me back 50 years, in an instant. Thank you, I think.
llater,
llamas
There was even an episode of The Sweeney filmed there !
🙂
Really? Now I shall have to seek it out. I’ve seen several episodes of ‘Sweeneyology’ on YouTube but they all seem to be set inWest London.
The little tiny park on the North side of the road . . . cut through Jeffreys Road to Larkhall Park for frisbee distance contests . . .the West Indians going to Union Road church for Sunday services, like the Rio Carnival . . …
When I knew it, it was all rather-manky Victorian terrace two-up-two-downs, with the world’s most stereotypical car breaker’s yard at one end. I see from streetview that it’s turned incredibly nice nowadays – how things can change.
llater,
llamas
It was pretty grotty when my uncle and aunt lived there. They were at the Grantham Road end.
Not sure if it was the same one, but there was also filming up at Nine Elms, where they were building the New Covent Garden. Some poor geezer got locked in a freezer lorry and gave us the im ortal line “I reckon the Brass Monkey had a result !”
I understand if you don’t want to answer llamas, goodness knows I value my own privacy, but are you originally a Londoner, then?
Having followed your comments casually on the web for many years I had assumed you were an ex US cop (possibly Second City Cop or acquainted therewith).
I think I first encountered you on Coppersblog all these many years ago, after a chap I worked with had a brainstorm at an admittedly absurd betrayal, left our place, and joined the old bill, and pointed out the work of PC Copperfield to me by way of explaining that he had left one bunch of backstabbing twats to join an even worse one.
Oh how we laughed.
(Pretty sure that’s how I found Tim, as well – back in 2007 ish(?).)
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Well, I can clarify some. I live in the US now, but I lived in London from age 3 until I was in my 20s, all through school, got an engineering degree from a London institution, started law school but did not complete it because I got (as they say) a better offer.
In the 80s, in the US, after a divorce, I was at kind-of a loose end, so in addition to my day job, I worked several years as a reserve deputy at a large local department.
So now you know .
Coppersblog – there’s a memory. He moved to Alberta IIRC, to be a copper there. I wonder whether he’s retired yet.
llater,
llamas
Interesting, ta.
PC Copperfield ended up in Edmonton PD I think.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6997568.stm
He actually passed Selection for the SAS (21, not 22) in the days when civilians could have a go.
DT is a massive hero. Lovely bloke. He used give fitness training to Wimbledon FC and saw him occasionally at Plough Lane.
I remember him whistling the national anthem when he won his gold in LA.
Not that long ago, I used to consider myself as a non-racist type, preferring the old live and let live idea.
Trouble is, in the last few years of increasingly paranoid black whining, illegal immigration, accusations of “white privilege” (whatever the fuck that really means), the martyr George Bloody Floyd, so-called British slavery and the reparations thereof, Cabot’s statue being chucked in the harbour (I’m a Bristolian), Leftist clap-trap about how wonderful are the coloured cousins and now bloody Arday and his educational and sporting heroics etc etc blah, blah, I’ve become what I thought I wasn’t.
You and me both, mate, for the same reasons.
“You hate me for the colour of my skin.”
No, it’s pretty much as requested, the content of your character
Which of course just goes to prove that they were right to persecute us in the first place. We were always guilty.
I think we just have to stop playing with loaded dice. This game was always designed for us to lose. We are not confronted by political opponents acting in good faith. We are confronted by people who want us gone.
Quite often, those people are of the same ethnic type. But they’re like those idiot women who go and live on a hillside in Morocco and whose charred remains are found a few years later. Or who go on motorbike rides around ‘Asia’, and whose raped remains get found a few weeks later in a ditch.
Gentlemen, to racism!
I don’t think I could describe myself as racist. Not with a black very very best friend & a mulata girlfriend. And I grew up in a multi-ethnic locality & spent most of my life in them. I don’t even regard myself as particularly British. But I am a bloody realist! Some of these recent peeps ain’t good peeps, Bwana. I am thoroughly glad I left.
But there’s one thing pisses me off. Hearing Brits whining about immigration. Where were you 20, 30, 40 years ago? This isn’t recent. It’s the culmination of decades of government policy. ( Or probably not the culmination. Plenty more still to come!) Why didn’t you object then? Why were you so indifferent to those who did object being monstered for doing so? Why was the NF despised? Why the BNP?
Oh mate, you should have heard my parents in the 1970s.
My school was 50% Anglo Irish white. So I became used to lots of diffferent colours around me.
The transition from an all white neighbourhood to multi ethnic happened quite early in my life and was always a feature of my schools. Overt racism got you a good kicking.
The immigration today is of a different form. When I was young the Asians were the ones thrown out of Africa. There they were the middle class and so worked hard when they got here.
The second generation West Indian boys alas proved a serious problem with their arrogance and criminality. Most grew out of it.
I don’t have a problem with the “get their hands dirty working classes” It was the way they were told to shut up by their “betters”.
The second generation West Indian boys alas proved a serious problem with their arrogance and criminality. Most grew out of it.
You never had to deal with the current crop? Grown into it more likely.
56 years ago, I bought my first property, a flat in Southall. Strange as it may seem to some, I quite enjoyed living in a place that was, at best, what we must now call multi-cultural. I had neighbours who weren’t white, and knew at first hand Sikhs who weren’t averse to a pint or two in the Seagull.
But, these were legal immigrants and people who, despite living in what some might describe as ghettoes, were generally decent and invariably hard-working. This wasn’t the Afro-Caribbean carnival loving mob of West London, a group that now seem to have some sort of ongoing official complaint about how bad it is to live in our country.
I moved out of London in 1980 and since then have lived either in rural retreat or in Ireland, and I’ve tended to shut myself off and ignore sensationalist and hysterical “news”.
As I’ve previously said, it’s only in recent years that paranoid black so-called “oppression” etc has reared it’s ugly head to any great degree and it’s the sheer number of criminally intent young men (who are most definitely NOT refugees or asylum-seekers) coming here that have no place in our country. All reinforced of course by Leftist fools that know no better.
The remedy for this should have been obvious years ago to even the stupidest politician. If it had been made clear then that anyone entering Great Britain illegally would be given NO assistance, no housing, nothing at all, then I believe that would have been sufficient to deter most from ignoring perfectly reasonable European countries as destinations and landing here.
Now of course, it’s all too late.
That’s the same time I was living in Notting Hill. I quite enjoyed it. But I was quite aware of the Yardies & what they were. And that “Yardie” had a lot of appeal for black kids. And white kids. Bob Marley was Yardie. Read the original words of I Shot the Sherrif.
Daley Thompson was white on the ZX Spectrum
Yes
Why was his Mum living in a council house in Clapham when she had (so he claimed) five degrees?
An area that is 9/10 for high income, but also 9/10 for deprivation.
Haven’t looked at how those factors are scored, but it’s a mad world.
Btw, Jason Arday drops off the electoral roll at DT Way in 2015, presumably he moved out, but went back to stop with his relatives when resigning his Prof. I think this is a bad example to use and would drop it (although the point about allocating social housing stands)
Yes, but that’s London. Both in close proximity, so any area larger than a square mile or so is likely to have both. My beautiful, leafy road in one of London’s very best parts has £2m+ houses and 60’s apartment blocks. Some of the houses are now HMOs filled with diversity; some of the blocks are council, also filled with diversity.
Crouch End very best? Not quite as I remember it. The various shootings & stabbings including my neighbour bleeding out on her doorstep at 8:30AM. 76 reported crimes in a month in my short street off the Broadway. The usual police cars & ambulance outside the YMCA every weekend. But the total absence of police foot patrols after 6PM.
My bit is, or at least, at the moment it is, BiS. As I said, and as you know, London is highly localised.
At least Arday didn’t claim he was brought up by Pharaoh‘s daughter.