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Having just watched a programme on the history of Venice that had a place called the Eternal Square, or somesuch it got me thinking (of course) that nowhere has great street names anymore. There's even a Chlorine Avenue in Belfast...At the risk of taking blandness to a new level I'm sure there's worse....
There were some great street names in the town I grew up in - specifically Mafeking Terrace, named for Boer War siege.
That being said, the people who planned the place where I live these days ran out of imagination and decided that all the streets and avenues should be numbered, with a few exceptions - talk about bland!
"I won't go down in history, but I probably will go down on your sister."
Hank Moody
Well, it's in York just up the road from Fibbers, so it's basically shops BUT I'm sure I can find someone who knows someone. What the hell, just write it on an envelope anyway! Knock yerself out
Five cups of coffee just to be myself...when I'd rather be somebody else
I used to live near a Tightsqueeze Way/Street/Avenue/Something. The story goes that the street used to be so narrow that carriages had a hard time squeezing through. I love neat little local history references like that.
In a town I lived in in rural Mississippi, there was a Fuhrer Street, no lie. Dunno how it came to be, though.
Wild Man's Bridge, Lanarkshire it's just down the road from Headless Cross
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
I lived near Maggieknockater , it was close to Dallas............the original Dallas that is
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
I have a curious street name just around the corner here in Munich, Germany:
Lueg ins Land - Lie into the country
Then there is the street "Durchschnitt" in Hamburg. "Average".
A basement in that street was home to the influential record shop "Unterm Durchschnitt" (Below Average) by the unique Mr. Uli Rehberg, publisher of early Throbbing Gristle, SPK and Laibach stuff (Walter Ulbricht Schallfolien).