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	<title>Comments on: The Roads To Jaywick</title>
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		<title>By: Ivor Burrit</title>
		<link>http://hootingyard.org/archives/547/comment-page-1#comment-8208</link>
		<dc:creator>Ivor Burrit</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 01:39:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Writen verse often shows best not worse,
so look into my eyes, to see good, the obvious.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zaUww08Le8&amp;feature=related

Jaywick, our Jaywick, who cannot fail to just love it....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Writen verse often shows best not worse,<br />
so look into my eyes, to see good, the obvious.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zaUww08Le8&amp;feature=related" rel="nofollow">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zaUww08Le8&amp;feature=related</a></p>
<p>Jaywick, our Jaywick, who cannot fail to just love it&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Ivor Burrit</title>
		<link>http://hootingyard.org/archives/547/comment-page-1#comment-7932</link>
		<dc:creator>Ivor Burrit</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 09:55:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jaywicks twin town. but only in Kent.
In a strange but true scene, jaywick had a twinn built at Studd Hill Kent.
Even more strange, if you look over Jaywicks sea wall, directly out to sea, with binocculors, you will see Herne Bays windfarm site, just off the coast of Studd hill,
now, they can see ours at Gunfleet Sands.
Studd Hill and Jaywick, were both built by the same family, in the 1930`s.
But its the Essex site, thats been allowed to fall in value, to fall into disrepair in places, but WHY..
One reason?................regeneration of Gold Coastlines.

Hearne bay its miles away
its another place for you to stay
you can visit it for just a day
its fun to find to go and say
i`ve been to visit just for the day

but you can move and not come back
you can even leave your tired old shack
leaving friends and foes and tat
fresh new homes and welcome mat

places to see and visit with glee
new bright estates next to the sea
who will visit to drive to see me
sitting all happy looking over the sea 

but when you look so hard with glass
you seem to think about your past
neighbours gone their days the last
bright coloured bungalows taken to task

regenened and bright and fresh and new
but lacking its communities favorite few
the newbies purchase and try with might
to bring good standing without old fright

old brooklands now cold and distant past
with its owners who fought each to the last
standing stories 3 tall the views all can see
that old Gold Coast just next to the sea

the cost for this is heavens high
stories 3 reach up near to the sky
but fortunes for the many not like you
but costly houses thats for the chosen few.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jaywicks twin town. but only in Kent.<br />
In a strange but true scene, jaywick had a twinn built at Studd Hill Kent.<br />
Even more strange, if you look over Jaywicks sea wall, directly out to sea, with binocculors, you will see Herne Bays windfarm site, just off the coast of Studd hill,<br />
now, they can see ours at Gunfleet Sands.<br />
Studd Hill and Jaywick, were both built by the same family, in the 1930`s.<br />
But its the Essex site, thats been allowed to fall in value, to fall into disrepair in places, but WHY..<br />
One reason?&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.regeneration of Gold Coastlines.</p>
<p>Hearne bay its miles away<br />
its another place for you to stay<br />
you can visit it for just a day<br />
its fun to find to go and say<br />
i`ve been to visit just for the day</p>
<p>but you can move and not come back<br />
you can even leave your tired old shack<br />
leaving friends and foes and tat<br />
fresh new homes and welcome mat</p>
<p>places to see and visit with glee<br />
new bright estates next to the sea<br />
who will visit to drive to see me<br />
sitting all happy looking over the sea </p>
<p>but when you look so hard with glass<br />
you seem to think about your past<br />
neighbours gone their days the last<br />
bright coloured bungalows taken to task</p>
<p>regenened and bright and fresh and new<br />
but lacking its communities favorite few<br />
the newbies purchase and try with might<br />
to bring good standing without old fright</p>
<p>old brooklands now cold and distant past<br />
with its owners who fought each to the last<br />
standing stories 3 tall the views all can see<br />
that old Gold Coast just next to the sea</p>
<p>the cost for this is heavens high<br />
stories 3 reach up near to the sky<br />
but fortunes for the many not like you<br />
but costly houses thats for the chosen few.</p>
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		<title>By: Ivor Burrit</title>
		<link>http://hootingyard.org/archives/547/comment-page-1#comment-7931</link>
		<dc:creator>Ivor Burrit</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 08:54:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Look at life in jaywick with open eyes

http://www.jaywicked.org/welcome.html


it says it all in its email address = welcome!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Look at life in jaywick with open eyes</p>
<p><a href="http://www.jaywicked.org/welcome.html" rel="nofollow">http://www.jaywicked.org/welcome.html</a></p>
<p>it says it all in its email address = welcome!</p>
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		<title>By: Ivor Burrit</title>
		<link>http://hootingyard.org/archives/547/comment-page-1#comment-7894</link>
		<dc:creator>Ivor Burrit</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 12:26:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ivor nor a Nova, nor a sumptous pavlova
but given at cost,a 4 wheel drive Land Rover
Like me its seen many miles of lifes highways
of uphill peaked struggles on difficault byways
with ages come resting,less moving, then nesting
my Land Rover`s braking needs not much more testing
as lifes now down hills seemingly level out at best
my need for mass transit has seemingly comes to a rest
I live now in West Clacton or Jaywick it seems
populated by &quot;miss-fits&quot; I`m told, but not old has beens
to be greeted each morning by cheery good mornings or hello
it fills me with dread, for if I have to leave or go
my jaywick, my Jaywick I shout out most days
my Jaywick, my Jaywick I hear others all say
with talk of bulldozers,  destroying the worst
we all sit waiting, patiently,  for the bubble to burst
Its coming, its coming, some shouted with glee
but not for my sweet home, its sweet home for just not me
we live in our kingdom. our castles, our defence from those
dusbelievers, poets, drivel in writings, in verses, our foes
Its Jaywick, not Ipswich, nor Romford or Kensington too
but a small seaside community, thats quitely laughing at YOU</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ivor nor a Nova, nor a sumptous pavlova<br />
but given at cost,a 4 wheel drive Land Rover<br />
Like me its seen many miles of lifes highways<br />
of uphill peaked struggles on difficault byways<br />
with ages come resting,less moving, then nesting<br />
my Land Rover`s braking needs not much more testing<br />
as lifes now down hills seemingly level out at best<br />
my need for mass transit has seemingly comes to a rest<br />
I live now in West Clacton or Jaywick it seems<br />
populated by &#8220;miss-fits&#8221; I`m told, but not old has beens<br />
to be greeted each morning by cheery good mornings or hello<br />
it fills me with dread, for if I have to leave or go<br />
my jaywick, my Jaywick I shout out most days<br />
my Jaywick, my Jaywick I hear others all say<br />
with talk of bulldozers,  destroying the worst<br />
we all sit waiting, patiently,  for the bubble to burst<br />
Its coming, its coming, some shouted with glee<br />
but not for my sweet home, its sweet home for just not me<br />
we live in our kingdom. our castles, our defence from those<br />
dusbelievers, poets, drivel in writings, in verses, our foes<br />
Its Jaywick, not Ipswich, nor Romford or Kensington too<br />
but a small seaside community, thats quitely laughing at YOU</p>
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		<title>By: Bob Belchambers</title>
		<link>http://hootingyard.org/archives/547/comment-page-1#comment-5938</link>
		<dc:creator>Bob Belchambers</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 09:40:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jaywick is lousy Jaywick&#039;s a dump
Let me hear you say that i&#039;ll give you a clump
Jerry built houses all falling down
they say it&#039;s no more than a poor shanty town
Some people tell you, it&#039;s very bad
These misguided people for them i feel sad
News papers give it a very bad press
it floods all the time you here them digress
Given agrant never see theproceeds
itsspent on Clacton for allof its needs
Council and Government spout what Th&#039;ll do
When it comes to the crunch they haven&#039;t a clue
Potholes Puddlesdog turds galore 
Let them believe it the&#039;ll not vist our shore
We have no faith or great expectation 
From government andpromise of regeneration
Creative writing is where i wrote this 
I&#039;m speaking for JAYWICK so dont take the PISS</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jaywick is lousy Jaywick&#8217;s a dump<br />
Let me hear you say that i&#8217;ll give you a clump<br />
Jerry built houses all falling down<br />
they say it&#8217;s no more than a poor shanty town<br />
Some people tell you, it&#8217;s very bad<br />
These misguided people for them i feel sad<br />
News papers give it a very bad press<br />
it floods all the time you here them digress<br />
Given agrant never see theproceeds<br />
itsspent on Clacton for allof its needs<br />
Council and Government spout what Th&#8217;ll do<br />
When it comes to the crunch they haven&#8217;t a clue<br />
Potholes Puddlesdog turds galore<br />
Let them believe it the&#8217;ll not vist our shore<br />
We have no faith or great expectation<br />
From government andpromise of regeneration<br />
Creative writing is where i wrote this<br />
I&#8217;m speaking for JAYWICK so dont take the PISS</p>
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		<title>By: wst</title>
		<link>http://hootingyard.org/archives/547/comment-page-1#comment-4689</link>
		<dc:creator>wst</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 14:35:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Mr. Key

There is something grim about the coast of Essex even at the height of Summer. And surely Jaywick is the grimmest and most threadbare spot in all Essex, cowering behind a brutalist concrete sea wall for protection.  

Worse by far even than the massed gas flares of Corringham glowering over Canvey Island or the pungent mountains of rubbish on top of what was once the early Saxon village at Mucking.  But wait a minute there is something sublime here on this dismal shore, where the muddy strand merges seemlessly with the eternally brown North Sea.  Where it seems one big wave could wash it all away. Something desparately beautiful and forlorn.  If only I was equiped with your advanced lexicon I&#039;d be able to capture it, but I&#039;m not.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Mr. Key</p>
<p>There is something grim about the coast of Essex even at the height of Summer. And surely Jaywick is the grimmest and most threadbare spot in all Essex, cowering behind a brutalist concrete sea wall for protection.  </p>
<p>Worse by far even than the massed gas flares of Corringham glowering over Canvey Island or the pungent mountains of rubbish on top of what was once the early Saxon village at Mucking.  But wait a minute there is something sublime here on this dismal shore, where the muddy strand merges seemlessly with the eternally brown North Sea.  Where it seems one big wave could wash it all away. Something desparately beautiful and forlorn.  If only I was equiped with your advanced lexicon I&#8217;d be able to capture it, but I&#8217;m not.</p>
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		<title>By: Outa_Spaceman</title>
		<link>http://hootingyard.org/archives/547/comment-page-1#comment-4644</link>
		<dc:creator>Outa_Spaceman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 01:50:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I would appreciate a summary, suitable for adults, of the most metaphysically challenging work of my childhood...
It&#039;s ramifications have echoed down my life-time and, at 50 years of age, I find myself no closer to understanding to it&#039;s core philosophical conundrums...
Sadly the passage of time has befogged my mind and robbed me of much of it&#039;s profound text... 
Yet... 
I still have the shimmering gold of the first two immortal lines as my mortal existence&#039;s traveling companions...

&quot;Here is Tip...&quot;
&quot;Here is Mitten...&quot;

OSM</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I would appreciate a summary, suitable for adults, of the most metaphysically challenging work of my childhood&#8230;<br />
It&#8217;s ramifications have echoed down my life-time and, at 50 years of age, I find myself no closer to understanding to it&#8217;s core philosophical conundrums&#8230;<br />
Sadly the passage of time has befogged my mind and robbed me of much of it&#8217;s profound text&#8230;<br />
Yet&#8230;<br />
I still have the shimmering gold of the first two immortal lines as my mortal existence&#8217;s traveling companions&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;Here is Tip&#8230;&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Here is Mitten&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>OSM</p>
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		<title>By: sal</title>
		<link>http://hootingyard.org/archives/547/comment-page-1#comment-4643</link>
		<dc:creator>sal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 23:33:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just think of the time saved in criticism and literary interpretation if every author were required to submit a summary suitable for school-children. Imagine the amount of literature we might have been able to avoid reading.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just think of the time saved in criticism and literary interpretation if every author were required to submit a summary suitable for school-children. Imagine the amount of literature we might have been able to avoid reading.</p>
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		<title>By: G Riecke</title>
		<link>http://hootingyard.org/archives/547/comment-page-1#comment-4641</link>
		<dc:creator>G Riecke</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 00:28:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Set text scandals (a tongue-twister if ever I heard one) seem to be more and more common these days. There was some fuss last week, was there not, over one of Carol Ann Duffy&#039;s poems being struck off the syllabus for an evident refusal to give up its meaning without a struggle? (I hate it when poems do that). But this is nothing, obviously, compared to the constant denial of Pebblehead&#039;s &#039;The Roads to Jaywick&#039;. Perhaps Pebblehead should have followed the example of obscure European novelist Ysabeau Neuf, who sidestepped the issue by publishing the study guide to his novel &#039;Dozy Robot Waltz&#039; before the actual book himself (which, as it turned out, was never required)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Set text scandals (a tongue-twister if ever I heard one) seem to be more and more common these days. There was some fuss last week, was there not, over one of Carol Ann Duffy&#8217;s poems being struck off the syllabus for an evident refusal to give up its meaning without a struggle? (I hate it when poems do that). But this is nothing, obviously, compared to the constant denial of Pebblehead&#8217;s &#8216;The Roads to Jaywick&#8217;. Perhaps Pebblehead should have followed the example of obscure European novelist Ysabeau Neuf, who sidestepped the issue by publishing the study guide to his novel &#8216;Dozy Robot Waltz&#8217; before the actual book himself (which, as it turned out, was never required)</p>
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