Monday, October 01, 2007

Still a townie at heart

I read this from Caitlin Moran this morning and it made me smile from ear to ear. I can't help but agree with her. City sounds have always been a comforting thing for me and remain so now that I've moved out. There's nothing like a thumping bass, or someone shouting 'eeeeeenin stanit' in your ear. They're noises that make you feel you haven't lost all sense of life.

7 comments:

Paul said...

Caitlin is right, also as an aside I love her sniping at Tony Parsons. There's something about the distant rumble of trains, the general ambient noise that town's or cities have that I like.

IsobelMagsBuchan said...

I can honestly say that I do not, never have and never will, miss the sounds of the local antipodeans smashing their tinnies over my garden wall at 4am, urging one another to urinate up the wall and then whooping when one of the fenale crew manages a higher point than the males and then the divine sound of them regurgitating their Fosters.

Or the cars with speakers in the boot larger than the engine in the front, cruising down the street every half an hour all through the night.

Or the sounds of a knife fight outside the pub at the bottom of the road on a Saturday night.

Or the first flight of the morning into Heathrow at 5am, followed a minute later by the next one and a minute later the next one....ad infinitum

Or the screams of the man who lived opposite me as he was stabbed on his own doorstep.

And I lived in a so called gentrified set of streets!

Don't get me wrong. I loved London, just didn't like the noises that it offerred for sleep deprivation.

IsobelMagsBuchan said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
Les Paul Junior said...

Personally, I think it's the reassuring noise of human activity reminding us we are not alone. I think the silence of the countryside can un-nerve us Townies.

What is it with newspaper sellers? The blokes in Newcastle who sell the "Evening Chronicle" have a way of intoning the second word that defines any attempt to write it down. By best effert would be "Eenin Kronkoerrrrl!"

Span Ows said...

ah, I must be that rare breed that is perfectly at home in 'both worlds' and have in fact been perfectly at home in both worlds - what makes me feel that I've finally really 'come home' is the sight, sound and smell of the tube especially the clackity clack of the wheels on the rails that seems completely distinct to any other train I've travelled on.

Gavin Corder said...

I'm a bit like you Span, I don't mind either. Mind you when I first moved here and friends from "Up Lunnon" came to sleep over, they didn't. Sleep that is. Said it was so quiet it was eerie then the milkman came and shattered their fretful slumber chinking his silvertops on the doorstep...

Gavin Corder said...

Nice neighbourhood, Mags. ;-)