Tell us a story about your hometown where you lived before you moved here. And tell us about the people who lived there. Include every detail for those who may not be familiar with the geography of the UK.


I lived in this little village a little south of the city of Sunderland. That's in the NorthEast. We lived in a 3 bedroom terraced house on a quiet street. I am completely 'big city' girl, so you can imagine the culture shock for me!!

When I first moved there, we moved into a new house together from his 'bachelor pad'. It wasn't the greatest house, but it was close to the village green & everything was nearby. It's a smaaaaaaaaale place....the day we moved in...he went to the corner shop for bread and the old woman behind the counter asked how he and his American girlfriend were getting on! hahahahah His old house was like 5 miles away, and you'd think we had moved to another country! All his friends were still in the old town, and tbh...it became a pain turning out on a night with them several times a week. It would cost us 10 quid in taxis...which is not the end of the world, but if you're doin in 4,5 times a week, it gets ridiculous. So we slowly stopped hanging out with them & all our free money went to traveling.

At that point, I went home for a visit. After I went home, he was very lonely...we had at that point, segregated ourselves from his 'marras' and since we had spent so much time traveling, we didn't really make too many new friends in our new place. So D was terribly lonely when I left. I said 'hey why don't you go to that pub on the green?' cos we had been in there before..and it's a SAFC supporter's branch. He's a BIG Black Cats fan. So he started going in & making friends...one day they were short staffed so he helped the stewardess. Then that started her asking him to 'help out' more and more. I said 'why the hell not? you'll make friends and you won't spend our money! lol'

So long story short, he became the assistant steward of this social club. And it was really great fun. By the time I got back...a few mos later...we couldn't swing a cat without someone sayin hello to him. It was nice! We made all sorts of really good friends...very decent people, and we became a very large dysfunctional 'family' of sorts. When I got back, we also bought a nice house...the 3 bedroom I mentioned earlier. Our neighbors were nice, the street looked out for us, and when ya walk down the street, horns would pip and people would wave. And one time we got into a rip roaring fight, and later that night when we went' to the club, everyone knew about it, lol.

The old men in the town are mostly ex-miners. Some of them I can hardly understand because they speak 'pityakker' or summat. It took me a long time to figure out the slang, and I can't tell you how many times I told people 'my name's not Bonnie!"

We'd have great times at the pub...I became the 'designated game maker' when there was nowt better to do....I thought up the infamous strip rock-paper-scissors game...strip sh!thead (a card game)......strip fruit machine and pool......comparing the sizes of bare azz prints in the snow....and my personal fave, 4am drunken 3-legged races to the paper shop, lol. With a hill, hahahah

We'd barbeque in the summer and have all our friend over. Our old friends decided it wasn't too much trouble at that point to head our way every now and again, so they were all back in the fold, which was really great. We always had our friends around us...they are top people. Despite what many may think about 'Northern Monkeys', some of the kindest and smartest people I met were there. And they'd go to the ends of the earth for ya if you needed it.

Sunderland's a great place...of course, there are tons of chavs as there will be anywhere you go, but still...nice place to spend the day shopping at The Bridges or taking the metro to Newcastle's Eldon Square. Love the outside of Eldon Square...not so much on the inside, lol. I'd spend my days walking the streets with a coffee shopping at Karen Millen, Lush, Fennicks, La Senza....and of course hitting TK Maxx For an American in TK Maxx, it's nuts...all the Brits are buyin up the Tommy Hilfiger, Guess, etc...and they're passin D&G & Versace by! it's unreal!

Durham's nearby and everyone knows how beautiful that place is. And the shopping or a night out there aint too shabby either! Metrocentre (which supposedly is one of Europe's biggest malls) doesnt' necessarily blow my skirt up, but there was a kiosk which sold choccie covered coffee beans, which is a fave of mine.

London's not too bad a trek if you book like 2 weeks in advance...you can get a supersave ticket which is like only 20 quid return. My friends and I used to go down to spend the day, do some shopping, or even spend several days going out clubbing. We used to love going to G-A-Y and I hooked up a guy friend of mine there who's in the closet, cos you can't be gay in a lil village without gettin major chew

Newcy airport's not too bad as far as where it goes cept it's a bit limited....sometimes we'd have to fly into Stanstead and then chill out for a few hours to get our connection. But Teeside was a great lil airport for quick jaunts to Ireland.

Anyways, I've talked too much...but I will close with this...if I had to live anywhere in the UK, I'd live right in my lil village. So much for the big city girl

Im a Londoner myself and love the city, think Ill miss it a bit when we finally move.
I live a stones throw from the Highbury corner, Islington, minutes from Arsenals home pitch, which on match day makes the local pubs unbearable., with gooners....lol

The thing I love most is when I walk to work in the morning up Upper Street, Angel.
The street is packed with commuters, the secret residents of London, who you only ever see at commuting time.
In the mornings, they're clutching their Starbucks frappi-wappi cuppucinno mocha skinnys, like they're the holy grail and then at night, when they've finished work, you see them alone in Sainsburys (supermarket), buying their microwave meal for 1 and a bottle of chardonnay.

We will be moving to a suburb of Atlanta, which is beautiful and very different to London.
People seem friendlier, less aggressive and out to get you.
Ill miss the music scene and the fact that, if you walk the streets, dressed as a giant chicken, people dont blink an eye, but Id move to Beirut to be with my SO, its just fortunate that I dont have to.

I know the thread was for those who have already moved but I thought Id share.

xchloe

Awwww, my hubby lived in Stokey & damn do I miss wandering around Upper Street & Stokey High Street!

yep, we're frequent visitors to Clissold park, in Stokey..
Ill say Hi to the deer for you!

Nah Chloe, it's for everyone!

Heh! My guy lives near Clissold Park -- I still have mud on my shoes from taking a shortcut (his idea) across the grass to visit with the ducks! That was January 2 -- seems like months ago.

It's a lovely place for a picnic when the weather is warm.

Ha - this all goes towards substantiating my theory that everyone in the entire world (okay, everyone who lives in, or has ever lived in) London has lived in Stokey at some point. Well, a lot of people, anyway. I lived there for a few years, and if it wasn't for the horrendousness of the flat that I lived in (complete with gigantic and fearless N16 mice - eeek!), it would have been the perfect place to live. I've not been back there since I moved out... but I miss Church Street and all the pubs/restaurants/shops! I miss Islington too, come to think of it - I hardly ever go there now. Must go back before I leave for the States... hmm, that's one for the Boy's visit next month!

The last time I can remember walking through Clissold Park was in the middle of the whole foot & mouth thing, all the animals' enclosures were all cordoned off, you couldn't walk on the grass, and there were signs up everywhere with dire warnings about visiting farms and suchlike. Very sinister, it was!!

noooooooooooooo! WHAT ABOUT THER HOPPING BIRDIE??? There's this little bird in the far right cage & I swear to god it looks like a robot, I LOVE LOVE LOVE that birdie. Aww, now I'm very sad.

My friend is a ranger at Clissold, has been for years. If you ever see a very tall West Indian named Gary, say hi, he's great!

I miss Saturday morning almond croissants from The Spence. I miss drinks at the Rose & Crown with my KP pork cracklings (hubby lived across the street)! I miss kebabs & that super delish spicy salsa stuff at the Whirling Dervish. I miss Szechuan noodles from that Chinese.

I DO NOT miss waiting for the 436 though.

Man do I miss London.

Tim is from Felixstowe in Suffolk. His description is "it is where all of the old people come to die"! There you have it, I can't say there was much to like about his town. I did however fall in love with Woodbridge, I just thought it was such a quaint little village. If we had made the choice to stay in the UK, this is where we would have wanted to live. The locals were just lovely and very open to Americans, so many were related to or had American friends from the old Airforce base that used to be in the area. We made at least a monthly trip down to Colchester, because I liked the market and shopping there. I do miss it, and look forward to visiting again soon.

I have never lived in Stoke Newington but I was often a visitor! A friend lived near Clissold Park and on nice days we would grab some food and bottles of wine and laze in the park all afternoon.

my bus is the ever frequent 73, which is great, goes right down through Stokey to where I live on the glorious Marquess Estate...yikes
If anyone knows the estate, please dont judge...lol

yep, its one of those places you miss,
Ive just returned from a glorious pizza at Pizza Express on Islington Green...bliss
though Id trade it all for my fiance,
slightly off subject..but God, I miss him x

We lived in a village in Cornwall for 2 years called Lostwithiel which was very different from Islington..quiet and beautiful, so leaving N1 wont be hard.

sigh, hey dont miss it too much, its still full of a***holes shoving and manic bus drivers with a chip on their shoulders, nothing changes..lol

xchloe

My maternal grandfather was an American airman based at RAF Woodbridge in WW2.

Even if it makes you the only gay in the village?





The 73! Of course those are all horrible bendy buses now, aren't they?

I've lived in several places around Britain and more parts of London than I can remember since I've lived there in 3 periods in my life - my least favorite place I lived is Birmingham (sorry Brummies). Spent the longest in Shepherds Bush and lived a few streets over from Nigella Lawson, who I once saw walking to the corner shop in her pyjamas. I loved the Bush -- within a mile of where I lived was cuisine from 15 different countries (at last count), several great pubs, Shepherd's Bush Empire, Bush Hall and every amenity you could want.

My grandfather as well...although I am not sure where he was based. I will ask tomorrow.



When I was 13 I visited England for the first time with my parents. It was Christmas and exactly 50 years since my grandfather lived their during WWII. It was a little strange to be involved with new traditions at Christmas but we were made to feel right at home with the family my grandfather lived with all those years ago. We had crackers (have pictures with the hats) and prawn cocktail...those are the two things I remember the most.

My parents took us (me and my sister) all over England, Scotland, and Wales...ending up in London. From the point on England always ALWAYS had a special place in my heart. Now I am marrying a Brit. My grandfather always had the best stories about England. He died this past Sept. He got to meet Chris several times before he died and was so pleased to just sit and talk with him. After my grandfather died my dad brought me all my grandfathers medals to research. Half from England half from the US. It is utterly amazing what that generation went through.

I really and truely think my grandfather was very happy to know I was traveling back and forth so much to England.

What a lucky girl I am.


Okay...so now i am feeling all nastolgic and soppy!! ALmost there!! Thanks for letting me share!

lol, claim your prize!


oi you guys are not giving enuff detail!!! fffs...look at all I typed and look at you guys

Get crackin!

I lived in Ham (not West Ham), near Kingston-upon-Thames until I was about three I think, so don't really remember much of that... remember Richmond Park though, that was a very nice place if i recall!

I lived in near Portsmouth from then on, a place called Horndean. It was generally a nice place, we lived sort of in the country, and it wasn't far to get to some lovely quiet pubs in the middle of nowhere. Portsmouth isn't really my cup of tea... but there are some nice bits that are quite new, like Gunwharf Quays, which are a lot nicer than the old parts of Portsmouth. many a night I spent on Guildhall Walk when I was 18/19, I'm not sure I'd be brave enough to go down there anymore!

For the past 4 years I lived in Oxford as I was at University. I lived right in the centre of town, and it was such a lovely place to live. Right near all the best pubs shops and kebab vans Oxford had to offer! I miss kebab vans...It was always cold though, must be all the rivers...

It is amazing. My husband is from Folkestone -- on a clear day, you can see France. There are some pretty good stories in his family about what that was like when it was occupied France. My father-in-law watched the Battle of Britain being fought outside his bedroom window. It must have been weird and frightening to know how close the enemy was.


Teacher Lisa -- I will write more on my essay when I get back from my meeting!

Wow that must be cool!


oh and don't make me get out my ruler

That is insane!! and simply amazing at that! My Chris is a history buff..mainly World Wars...he finds all of it so interesting!

I lived in Lovedean for a while though a lot of my neighbours preferred to say we were in Horndean
I went to Uni mostly in Portsmouth and really liked Old Portsmouth but there are quite a few places that I wouldn't want to go back to.
I always enjoyed going to Petersfield rather than Portsmouth.

Before I moved out to Toledo, I lived in a suburb of North London called Woodside Park(part of North Finchley), which was right near the dreaded Northern Line(London Underground for those not familiar with London's subway network). It was a nice area actually, I was about 10 min walk from the local shops, about 30 mins south of the countryside(near the border of London and Hertfordshire).

I recognize so many of the places you other Londoners are talking about 'cos I used to work for HM Revenue & Customs in Angel Islington(right on the corner of Upper Street and Pentonville Road). It's right opposite 'Slimelight' on Torrens Street(any Goths out there will know what that place is, my wife was one!). I used to take the WAGN(renamed to First Capital Connect last year)train from New Southgate to Essex Road and take a bus from there down Essex Road, since I stopped using the underground after the dreadful events of July 7th 2005(both my wife and I were caught up in it, very scary). Had fun waiting for the buses I can tell you! I hated that route so much! Used to have to wait for ages when the buses were all packed and they wouldn't even stop at Essex Road. I could've walked from there to Upper Street, but I was always lazy!

Toledo is so different to London in many ways. A lot more down-to-earth and everyone seems real friendly. I miss London a lot, but I don't miss the way you would go into Central London and all the people down there would seem so rude, bumping into you along Piccadilly Circus and not even saying 'Excuse me'. I definitely don't miss the diabolical London transport though, especially the 'Misery Line'(I'm talking about the Northern Line, with all its delays and cancellations)

Actually, by the time I left London in December, the Northern Line was one of the best on the network. The Central and District lines are by FAR the worst. They both had delays every day AND for significant amounts of time too.

I have a soft spot for the old Northern Line. In the 6 years I used it I could count on one hand the amount of times I was delayed.

I hated the Northern Line. Took me 35 mins to get from Clapham Common-Angel!!! And if you dared try to ride it in the morning rush from Clapham, at least 3 would go by COMPLETELY FULL with no room to get on.

C&D always had way more delays.

I prefer the bus!

I was in London for three weeks in September, and then two weeks over the holidays, and we'd take the 4 bus to Waterloo (where my fiance's office is). Once in a while we'd take the tube from Arsenal station.

I'm from the SF Bay Area, and I was quite jealous of tube trains that came every three minutes! On BART it can be every 20 minutes, if it's not commute time.

We'd visit his folks in Kent by going to Victoria and taking the Southeastern line. A bit of a trek, but I enjoyed the scenery.

oh the number 4 bus and Essex Road wagn line (scariest train station in the universe...get me out of here!!!!), Im feeling nostalgic and I havent even moved yet!

I also HATE the Northern Line, though it was made memorable by the time someone came on and peeled an entire garlic from kennington to camden and then proceeded to eat it.


I remember when the Central Line derailed a few years back and there was no service out west -- no tube for Shepherd's Bush to Central London.

I also remember that the Jubilee Line could occasionally have 17 minutes between them during rush hour.

Fun times, people, fun times....