The invention of Essex: how a county became a caricature

The long read: From Loadsamoney and Basildon man to Towie and Brexit Essex has long been held up as both the authentic England and the crudest, stupidest symbol of Englishness

As a child growing up in the 80s and 90s in Southend, a sprawling seaside town in south-east Essex, I noticed that people on TV often laughed at the very word Essex. Some years later, in 2016, my wife, Hayley, crossed the border into Albania from Montenegro while travelling with an old friend who, like us, grew up in the county. The border guard asked where they were from and when they told him, his response was quickfire: Ive heard a lot about Essex girls, he said. But Im sure you are not like that.

  • Get The Top 12 Fat Burning Workout Challenge From Transformation Expert Jeremy Scott...
  • Get premium dividend data for stocks going ex-dividend each month.
  • Learn How To Spot Iffy Sources And Recognize Author Bias.
  • Put small animated peel image at the top corner right or left on webpage
  • Get Laid By Simply Activating a Woman's Natural Sexual Programming
  • Learn how you can easily create mobile apps to generate passive income.
  • Find the nearest natural nuclear shelters in the US that are absolutely free.
  • TRANSFORMING PHOTOS OF REAL PEOPLE INTO CARICATURES
  • Get picks from hundreds of world-class sports handicappers for less than the price of one.
  • Learn how to make your own wooden lures. I will show you how.
  • Give Your Website, Blog or Product That Professional Touch
  • Have hot Latina girls blowing up your phone in less than 4 weeks
  • Master Rock Guitar While Being Guided Step-By-Step By One of The Top Instructors In The World
  • Food For Freedom is a new guide to creating your own unlimited food supply.
  • Top Salesman Exact Word-for-word Rebuttals and Closes. Try This
  • Learn how to absolutely smoke your firefighter interview so you can get the job.
  • Analyze your MT4 account with MyMT4Book instantly on the chart window
  • An Ultimate Program, Reveals The Easy Techniques To Attract Women
  • Use Easy Backlinks to save time, automate your website's content and engage your followers.
  • Fired Travel Agent Wants Revenge Here's The Secret To Cheap Flights.
  •  

    Thousands of kilometres from Essex, the border guard had not only heard of this county in south-east England, but even knew what it had come to signify: a land of crass consumerism, populated by perma-tanned chancers and loose women with more front than Clacton-on-Sea.

    That stereotype is relatively new, but after it emerged in the 1980s, it caught on fast. Essex has since become a place simultaneously embraced as home to the real, authentic England and scorned as the crudest, stupidest symbol of Englishness. It is embraced by politicians who celebrate it as the home of no-nonsense, real people David Cameron hired the ex-Basildon Echo reporter Andy Coulson as his head of comms but also mocked for these same qualities, often by the very same political classes who praise its authenticity.

    Essex types are often recruited as comic staples of reality shows such as Love Island, First Dates, Big Brother, X Factor and, of course, the show that re-energised the stereotype in 2010, The Only Way is Essex. Towie, the 24th series of which started this year, follows a rolling cast of tanned and toned twentysomethings as they act out relationship breakups and holiday romances on screen. The show helped propel Essex to global fame in 2014, the Oscar-winning American actor Jennifer Lawrence declared herself addicted and refined the Essex caricature into an extravagantly vapid parody of itself.

    But before Essex was a punchline, it was a dream. A place that offered hope to working-class Londoners in the form of new towns such as Basildon and Harlow, which were built by the state to meet dire housing, sanitation and civic needs after the second world war. As the century progressed, however, parts of Essex came to represent the dismantling of this dream, as Thatcherism, the UK arm of the global new right movement that believed in lower taxes and lower public spending alongside deregulation and privatisation, became indelibly linked to the county.

    Ferne
    Ferne McCann, Sam Faiers and Bille Faiers in The Only Way is Essex in 2014. Photograph: James Shaw/Rex

    In 1990, a new term, Essex man, was coined by the Sunday Telegraph journalist Simon Heffer, to describe a new type of voter: a young, industrious, mildly brutish and culturally barren worker in Londons financial centre, whose roots lay in east London, and whose political views were breathtakingly rightwing. The piece was accompanied by an illustration of a small-foreheaded bloke in an expensive yet ill-fitting suit, drinking a can of lager in front of his shiny new motor and an ex-council house (presumably acquired thanks to Thatchers right-to-buy reforms), resplendent with satellite dish to pick up Rupert Murdochs new Sky television service, which was launched in the UK in 1989.

    Although Essex man voted Conservative, many Conservatives viewed him with a mixture of fear and horror. To some observers, it seemed as if a new kind of English person was taking over and his rapid ascent, bypassing the traditional requirements of public school education and deference to hierarchy, seemed to threaten the very fabric of the establishment. In 1992, the British society publication Harpers & Queen despaired at how Essex manners stalked the streets. Essex man, the magazine noted, embodied a vulgar capitalism that had eaten into the confidence of the old ruling class and invaded its most sacred enclaves.

    More than just brashly consumerist, Essex was also painted as a hotbed of bigotry, the place where white people moved to escape parts of London that were no longer white enough for them. In 1994, Lord Inglewood, a pro-European Conservative MEP, told a newspaper that the Essex view of conservatism was threatening the more generous, less xenophobic historic tradition. (Inglewood also blamed the influence of Essex for increasing public bad manners, aggressiveness and yobbishness in the party.) Essex came to represent white flight in the UK, and there is much evidence of xenophobia and racism in Essex: the county was a hotbed of BNP membership during the first decade of the 21st century.

    Essex is depicted as wholly white and extremely Tory, but the reality is obviously more complex than the myth. Just as not everyone north of Manchester is a cloth-cap-wearing leave voter and most people in Islington dont eat quinoa for breakfast, its not hard to discover that most people in Essex arent much like those seen on Towie. Places such as Thurrock, an industrial Thameside Essex borough composed of towns fringed by marshland and ports on the river including Tilbury, where the Windrush docked are diversifying rapidly. West African communities have set up places of worship and specialist food shops as east European Jewish and Irish communities did before them.

    So why does the caricature persist? The invention of Essex is, above all, a political story. At a time when English identity and the will of the real people is at the centre of our politics, the usefulness of these myths becomes clearer than ever.


    If you can visualise the map of Great Britain as a wild-haired angry monster shouting at Ireland, then Essex rests above its rectum, the Thames Estuary. If you were to draw a diagonal line from the south-west of the county to the north-east, it would measure 55 miles in length, although the creeks and inlets on its eastern side make the Essex coastline at least 400 miles. The Essex shore is home to more than 40 islands although no one can quite agree on exactly how many with grimly exotic names such as Lower Horse, Cindery and Foulness.

  • Get Laid By Simply Activating a Woman's Natural Sexual Programming
  • Put small animated peel image at the top corner right or left on webpage
  • Learn How To Spot Iffy Sources And Recognize Author Bias.
  • Get premium dividend data for stocks going ex-dividend each month.
  • Get The Top 12 Fat Burning Workout Challenge From Transformation Expert Jeremy Scott...
  • ApeSurvival is all about survival and self-defense products, tips and news.
  • TRANSFORMING PHOTOS OF REAL PEOPLE INTO CARICATURES
  • The Best RSS Autoblog Tool For Blogger Blogspot Blog.
  • Survival Tricks To Be Prepared Fast Top Rated Course Shows You How.
  • Master Rock Guitar While Being Guided Step-By-Step By One of The Top Instructors In The World
  • Watch how magic submitter pushes you to the top of google sends you qualified traffic.
  • Know the keys to the pigeon racing secrets that you have always been denied.
  • Learn about the solar systems largest planet jupiter predict great red spot transit times
  • Presented by artisan, pick Up artist academy is the most effective pick up artist.
  • The book Master Mentalism teaches you the tricks of magic, hypnosis, mentalism etc.
  •  

    Some are not much more than a lump of hardy grass protruding from a river; others, such as Canvey and Mersea, are inhabited by thousands of people who trace their roots back to London, as much of Essex can. I sometimes think of Essex itself as an island, separated from the county of Kent to its south and Suffolk to its north by the rivers Thames and Stour, from Hertfordshire to its west by the M11, and from London, loosely, by the M25 that skirts the south-west of the county. And, as with most islands, it has always been easy for those looking in to assume that they know exactly what happens there.

    Many nations have an Essex: a much-mocked place that has grown up in the shadow of a major city to become the supposed spiritual homeland of the nouveau riche. As much as they are mocked, these places come to symbolise something quite fundamental to the country that named them. They are viewed as the nations id, its rawest and truest essence, but also its deepest shame at being a bit too much. In India, the sudden metamorphosis of Gurugram, an old farming town just south of Delhi, into a Dubai-like city of skyscrapers and flyovers, has made it a cultural shorthand for unabashed vulgarity. The US, of course, has New Jersey home of straight-talking TV gangsters and the reality series Jersey Shore, inspiration for Towie which, like Essex, has an industrially abused marshland that doesnt feature on many postcards.

    Holidaymakers
    Holidaymakers at Canvey Island in 1935. Photograph: Fred Morley/Getty

    Essex has long been denigrated, its people viewed with condescension, parts of its flat and treeless landscape disregarded. The art historian Nikolaus Pevsner once suggested that the countys image problem predates the Roman invasion. Though only a few miles away from London, rural Essex folk have often been seen as backward by their neighbours in the capital poor, poorly educated, clinging to superstitions long discarded by their urban counterparts. In his travelogue A Tour Thro the Whole Island of Great Britain, published in the 1720s, Daniel Defoe wrote of Canvey Island (or Candy, as he spelled it) as a bog populated by a few hardy sheep farmers who had married multiple women from the mainland. Every time one of the men brought a new wife home, she would perish of Essex ague, a localised strain of malaria.

    Essex as we know it only began to take shape in the late 19th century. As London industrialised, it expanded eastwards, attracting migrants from across the country who were looking for employment. These new arrivals worked in newly built factories by day and squeezed into East End slum accommodation with their families at night. With industrialisation, east London swelled with a new breed of hustler who, if they couldnt find a job in a factory or on the docks, might take a chance hawking wares down the market or collecting rubbish from the street, hoping to sell it on. Feared at first for their provocative nature and use of thievess slang these new East Enders softened into a cheekier, more approachably working-class form as the century progressed, establishing themselves enough to acquire a descriptor, Cockney.

    As east London became increasingly overcrowded, the Cockneys stamping ground moved eastwards, over the river Lea and into the open plains of Essex. Villages along the Thames were flattened to make way for towns that extended the logic of London as more and more people surged into Essex in the early 20th century. Ad hoc settlements also appeared. My great-grandmother moved to south Essex from Leytonstone, which is now in east London, in the 1920s, and her carpenter husband built a house in a woodland clearing that had fast become a DIY suburb. A new kind of folk hero was born: the Essex pioneer who carted their family into an uncharted land, like the American frontiersmen, and made their fortune.

    Formerly bucolic outposts such as West Ham, East Ham, Ilford and Barking became bustling metropolitan centres. Between 1921 and 1932, the population of Dagenham rose from 9,127 to 89,362 an increase of 879%, largely thanks to the construction of Becontree, the largest council estate in the world. The arrival of Ford Dagenham in 1931, a huge car manufacturing plant, provided thousands of jobs. Still, the rise of manufacturing in these newly metropolitan Essex hubs did not create prosperity for everyone. A social survey of Greater London, published in 1929, described Canning Town and Silvertown as perhaps the largest area of unbroken depression in east London.

    After the second world war, Clement Attlees Labour government proposed the creation of a number of new towns, mainly built in the countryside around London, to answer Britains housing shortage. Two of the first wave of new towns, built in the late 1940s and the 50s, were located in Essex: Basildon on the Thames estuary and Harlow near Epping Forest. Both towns became home to many east Londoners whose homes had been destroyed by German bombing raids in the war. (Not that these new developments were created without a fight. When the compulsory purchase orders were put in to obtain the land to build the new towns, plotlanders and farmers protested against what one placard called legalised robbery.)

    Norman
    Norman Tebbit (left) and the new towns of Harlow and Basildon in the 1950s and 60s. Composite: Guardian Design/Getty

    For many who had moved there, this new Essex was a welcome jolt of modernity, delivering them from often squalid conditions that still characterised much of postwar London. When my family moved to Basildon in the 1960s, it was the first time in my life we had a house with a bathroom in it, Angela Smith, the Labour MP for Basildon between 1997 and 2010 and now the shadow leader of the House of Lords, told me. Her family moved from a flat above a shop in Hackney to the new town after the firm her father worked for relocated there. For us it was a dream come true.

    Before winner-takes-all individualism came to represent Essex, the building of Harlow and Basildon embodied, through their architecture and planning, a utopian vision of society. Funding was provided to improve living conditions and quality of life. Manufacturing firms such as Yardley cosmetics in Basildon were given grants to set up in the new towns, while Harlows town centre featured work by the English sculptor Barbara Hepworth, all of which implied that the future of the UK was to be guided by civic-minded, social democratic ideals. I believe we may well produce a new type of citizen, Lewis Silkin, Labours minister for new towns, told the House of Commons in May 1948. A healthy, self-respecting, dignified person with a sense of beauty, culture and civic pride. In the long run that will be the real test.


    On the first day of term in 1966, six-year-old Simon Heffer gasped. Before the summer break, his school, in an Essex village called Woodham Ferrers, had backed on to fields. Now it was surrounded by hundreds of houses. It was awesome to see that transformation, he told me on a warm late-summer afternoon in his vast back garden in Great Leighs, an Essex village not far from where he grew up. That was the moment I realised that nothing is for ever.

    This sudden arrival was part of a sprawling new web of commuter districts that spread across the south of Essex. By the 70s, the constant destruction of weatherboarded cottages and the concreting of country lanes was causing consternation among some commentators. Essex has suffered so much; the new towns, the vast growth and overspill of London, the lancing through of motorways, wrote the naturalist and author, JA Baker. The reactionary Express columnist James Wentworth Day put it more simply: Essex is becoming the dustbin of London.


     

    The development that so perturbed the schoolboy Heffer was merely a prelude. In 1972, Essex county council initiated work on a new development south of Woodham Ferrers, which was imaginatively named South Woodham Ferrers. This new riverside country town shared little in common with the new towns created in the 25 years after the second world war. South Woodham was not built under the watchful eye of an autonomous development company and funded by the state, as Basildon had been.

    South
    South Woodham Ferrers in 1964. Photograph: Mirrorpix/Getty Images

    Much of South Woodhams early development was funded by the supermarket chain Asda and it was built according to a set of guidelines created by Essex county council, known as the Essex Design Guide. In contrast to the European-influenced modernism of new towns such as Basildon which one Tory minister had dubbed little Moscow on the Thames the architecture of South Woodham was more traditional, with triangular roofs and nods to Essexs agricultural heritage in the form of wooden weatherboarding. Unlike most new developments, boasted the promotional video in 1981, the year the town was officially opened by the Queen, there are no high-rise blocks and no conventional estates. The town centre was dominated by the Asda, which was built to resemble a gigantic village barn, with an old Essex-style clock tower. The retailer, which was purchased by the US giant Walmart in 1999, now owns much of the town centre since Essex county council sold it in 2001.

    My wife, Hayley, grew up in South Woodham and went to the same primary school as Heffer (although a couple of decades later). The arrival of families like hers, who had roots in the East End, felt like a cultural invasion, Heffer told me. Before the influx, his classmates were the children of farmers and agricultural labourers, with old Essex accents more akin to the rounded rural burr of Suffolk or Norfolk. All these people started coming into the local pub and talking about West Ham United, which had never happened around here before, he recalled. But they had something Heffer admired. They had a serious work ethic, he said. They did anything they could to better themselves.


     

    After Margaret Thatcher became its leader in 1975, the Conservative party ramped up its efforts to win over voters who had moved to places like South Woodham. Their pitch was based on the promise of prosperity and home ownership, rather than the Labour partys old appeals to class solidarity.

    Britain was in perpetual economic turmoil in the 1970s, yet the economy of the south-east flourished in comparison to other regions, in particular the northern towns. People who had grown up in pokey London flats were saving for first homes outside London, in return for a bit more space, a garden and somewhere to park the car. The Conservatives were tapping into a desire that had shaped the history of Essex people had long been moving east in search of space and a home of their own. And yet, in a sense, the Tories were just following the prevailing societal trends. Home ownership passed 50% in 1970 not under the Conservatives, but under Labour, the party that built the welfare state.

    In 1977, Mike Leigh wrote a play that would come to be seen as an emblem of this moment, a satire of the new individualism taking shape on the edges of the capital and a seminal document in the invention of Essex. Abigails Party, which played to packed houses over 104 nights in Hampstead and was later adapted for TV, told the story of a suburban soiree that descended into tragic farce. It was set in Romford, an old market-turned-commuter town that was subsumed by Londons boundary changes in 1965, but which many still regard as culturally Essex.

    The plays most enduring creation was Beverly, a monstrous, power-dressing proponent of bettering oneself through consumer choice. In developing the character, the Liverpudlian actor Alison Steadman drew upon her experiences at acting school in Essex in the late 60s. There wasnt that thing of Essex girls, yet, Steadman told me on the phone recently. But I knew of a girl who would say: Oh me and my sister went out at the weekend. They would pick pubs that had posh cars in the car park, she said. You look for a pub where there is an Aston Martin parked outside and say: there is money in there.

    The
    The TV adaptation of Abigails Party. Photograph: Moviestore/Rex/Shutterstock

    These women were the early adopters of the consumer lifestyle that became so tightly linked to Essex. The life Id come from was so different to that, said Steadman. It was Liverpool, the start of the Beatles and all that, but there was no sense of being upwardly mobile. Whereas Liverpool and other northern towns had their own industries, traditions and rituals that set them apart from London, Essex had become a place to escape family memories of poverty in the city. People werent satisfied at what had been going on for years and years with their parents and grandparents, Steadman said. This was a new time when they werent just going to sit in some little house somewhere and put up with it.

    Two years after Abigails Party made its debut, the working-class Essex enclave of Basildon, along with many Labour-voting constituencies in south-east England, switched to the Tories. For many observers, it was a warning about where this new assertive individualism would lead. In a 2002 article marking the plays 25th anniversary, the writer Simon Fanshawe expressed what had, by then, become a familiar view among liberals of the new Essex voters who had helped sweep Thatcher to power. These were the people who turned their backs on Labour and thought that by buying their own houses in a new neighbourhood, hanging net curtains to shut themselves off from a world they didnt have to look at and thus care about, they could take over the country for themselves.

    Then, in words that seem like they could have been lifted from a present-day jeremiad against leave voters, Fanshawe continued: Not that they knew that was what they were doing, or understood the effect it might have on the rest of us. They were far too self-centred for that.


    One of the key architects of Thatchers revolution was an Essex boy, or near enough. Norman Tebbit was born into a working-class family just over the border from Essex in Ponders End, Enfield. Heard a chap on the radio this morning talking with a Cockney accent, the old Etonian Tory PM Harold Macmillan said after hearing Tebbits voice for the first time. They tell me he is one of Her Majestys ministers. This aspirational trajectory became Tebbits brand: he even called his memoirs Upwardly Mobile.

    A grammar-school boy, Tebbit preached the gospel of self-improvement from the beginning of his political career; he was already advocating a free-market agenda when first agitating to become an MP in the 1960s. His 1981 Tory conference speech, delivered in the wake of the race riots in Toxteth and Brixton with its infamous line that his father, unemployed in the 1930s, got on his bike to look for work instead of rioting is probably the best-known piece of British political oratory on the idea of meritocracy.

    When Tebbit became the Conservative candidate for Epping in 1970, he didnt seem to have much chance of winning. The constituency included the new town of Harlow, with its unionised East End diaspora, many of whom worked at the Ford plant in Dagenham and voted Labour. In the previous election, Eppings leftwing Labour MP Stan Newens had won a comfortable majority. Tebbit later said that when campaigning, he had his children cry out Enemy coast ahead! from the back of his car when approaching Harlow.

    Yet Tebbit beat Newens by offering Thatcherism before Thatcher, arguing that the government should abolish council housing while aggressively attacking Newens for his leftwing values. Two visions of Essex, and perhaps England, were vying for supremacy and Tebbit and Thatchers would win out. When we spoke last year at his house in Bury St Edmunds, Tebbit didnt recall having discussed Essex with Thatcher, but he was clear that it fitted with what I wanted to do and what she wanted to do.

    In 1980, when the new Conservative government gave council tenants the right to buy their homes, the policy was launched with a photo opportunity in the kitchen of a terraced house at 39 Amersham Road in Harold Hill, the large estate in Romford built in the 50s by London county council, which had been sold to its council tenants, the Patterson family, for just over 8,000. The new policy sparked a grand sell-off along the Thames corridor, stretching from east London to the Essex coast. Barking and Dagenham lost 48,500 council units to the sell-off, while in Basildon, home ownership shot up from 53% in 1981 to 71% in 1996.

    Margaret
    Margaret Thatcher, left, with the Patterson family, the first people to purchase their council house under the Right to Buy scheme in 1980. Photograph: PA Archive

    The Essex-east London border was also becoming a key battleground for the war against trade unionism. Essex was highly unionised, with the Dagenham workers [at the Ford plant], Tebbit recalled. After Thatcher made him secretary of state for employment in 1981, Tebbit changed the law to require shop-floor workers to vote in a ballot, effectively leaving the unions unable to force industrial action.

    If the foundations for the modern idea of Essex were laid during Thatchers first term, it was the deregulation of the City of London in 1986, during her second term, that turbocharged its development. As Londons financial industry expanded eastwards to include the derelict docklands where the parents of the new residents of Essex had once worked, the legend of the barrow-boy done good in the City started to grow.

    City firms could no longer afford just to take people from Oxbridge or old Etonians to work, Heffer told me with relish. People who came from council estates who had that instinct for making money this was their opportunity. East Enders who had swapped London flats for a house on the other side of the green belt were now commuting back and forth, and doing very well for themselves.

    One day in 1990, Heffer caught the train from Essex to London to attend the funeral of Claudie Baynham, the wife of his editor at the Sunday Telegraph, Peregrine Worsthorne. On the train, Heffer encountered a City trader travelling in from Essex and talking on a brick-sized phone. But instead of making an important multi-million pound deal, or explaining to his boss he was held up on the train and was going to be late, he was on the phone to his bookies. He was putting money on a horse, said Heffer incredulously.

    At the wake in Kensington, to cheer everyone up, Heffer told the story about the bloke on the train. One of the attendees, the Sunday Telegraphs deputy editor Frank Johnson, who had himself grown up in the East End, told Heffer that he had identified a fascinating social phenomenon. I said: Yes, hes Essex man! recalled Heffer, and Frank said: Its brilliant! Do it, do it! So I went away and wrote the piece and it appeared the following Sunday.

    Essex man, in Heffers portrait, was in thrall to excess without necessarily being able to handle it. When one walks through the City most evenings, the pools of vomit into which one may step have usually been put there by Essex man, whose greatly enhanced wealth has exceeded his breeding in terms of alcoholic capacity, he wrote. The phrase, Heffer said, was a deliberate echo of Neanderthal man implying that Essex man was the missing link between the lumpen proles of the new town estates and the bright new citizens emerging under the stewardship of Margaret Thatchers party. The editorial was published just before the prime ministers final Conservative party conference and seemed to rubber-stamp her legacy.

    The caricature wasnt exactly new: Ian Durys 1977 song Billericay Dickie had told the story of a self-starting lothario from Essexs cockney diaspora who was doing very well. In 1988, the comedian Harry Enfield had reached No 4 in the pop charts with a single in the persona of Loadsamoney, his self-made geezer from the London-Essex borders, waving fistfuls of 50 notes. But it was Essex man that would last. He is unencumbered by any may the best man win philosophy, Heffer wrote. He expects to win whether hes the best or not.


    By now, Essex was no longer just a county in south-east England. It was a shorthand for the way the whole country seemed to be changing, for the emergence of a brash and crass new individualism and soon, it would become a shorthand for the discomfort with those changes, for a fear about what Essex man and his pushy girlfriend threatened to reveal about the true nature of Englishness.

    In the late 80s, when Laurence Marks and Maurice Gran came up with the idea for Birds of a Feather, a sitcom about two sisters who end up living a life of luxury after their husbands are sent to jail for bank robbery, they decided to set it in Chigwell, a Conservative-voting south-west Essex town that represented new money, unabashed, said Gran. There is a lot of snobbery involved, and it can be liberal metropolitan snobbery as much as home counties conservative snobbery, Gran told me. I dont think people have to apologise for striving and achieving.

    While Birds of a Feather was a warmer and more subtle commentary on class than many remember, the sitcom helped give the world the female counterpart to Essex man, Essex girl. Over time, the names of its lead characters, Sharon and Tracey, came to represent sexually promiscuous and somewhat dim women from the south of the county. Essex girl was permitted even fewer redeeming features than her male counterpart. If Essex man and Loadsamoney are monstrous figures of entrepreneurial money-making and boom economics, wrote the University of Roehamptons Heather Nunn and Anita Biressi in a study of contemporary British culture, then the Essex girl is a monstrous figure of consumption.

    By the mid 90s, the threat of Essex girl was everywhere. Is Diana now an Essex Girl? the Daily Mail fretted in 1994 while reporting on an editorial in the society magazine Tatler, which begged: Will the real Diana please sit down, turn off Birds of a Feather, forget the Queen Vic [the pub from East Enders] and dress like a princess. In the Mail the following day, the writer Anne de Courcy recoiled at the Sharonisation of Diana.

    The Sharonisation panic peaked when it was reported later that year that Volkswagen had dropped the name for the British version of its new people carrier, Sharan, because it sounded too much like the Birds of a Feather character. Some years ago we could probably have stuck with Sharan for the UK, but this Essex girl thing has arrived and we dont want to risk it, a Volkswagen UK spokesman told the Press Association. (Volkswagens head office in Germany eventually overruled the decision.)

    Tracy
    Everyon

    Original Article : HERE ; The Ultimate Survival Food: The Lost Ways

     

  • Get The Top 12 Fat Burning Workout Challenge From Transformation Expert Jeremy Scott...
  • Learn How To Spot Iffy Sources And Recognize Author Bias.
  • Get premium dividend data for stocks going ex-dividend each month.
  • Put small animated peel image at the top corner right or left on webpage
  • Get Laid By Simply Activating a Woman's Natural Sexual Programming
  • The book Master Mentalism teaches you the tricks of magic, hypnosis, mentalism etc.
  • Learn how to influence others using the art of conversational hypnosis.
  • Download Top-Rated Driver Update Tool and amp; Get Unlimited 64-Bit Drivers.
  • Join over 60,506 Punters Who Receive Free Daily Betting Tips From Our Network Of Top Advisors
  • A Comprehensive Guide To Local Lead Generation And Local Affiliate Marketing.
  • The 100 Day Marathon Plan. Helps All-level-runners Achieve Their Marathon Goals.
  • Help you become a top and recognized player in your league
  • Discover a step by step sales hiring e-course for hiring top performing salespeople
  • Quickly And Easily Crank Out An Amazing Resume That Is Guaranteed To Have Hot Top Job Offers
  • Generate Top Quality Affiliate Ads For Your Websites Instantly
  • Discover A Smart Trade Technology That Turns All Of Your Losing Trades Into Winning Trades
  • Discover the top 5 secrets to successful removal of laser tattoos...
  • Content Writing Made Easy-the Ultimate Content Writing Shortcut
  • Approved And Used In All Seniornet Nz Learning Centers.
  • Help You Understand The Asian Mystique And The Subtleties Of The Asian Woman.
  •