Everyone loves dirty place names. Articles listing the crudest streets and towns in the country are destined to go viral, whether they’re on The Telegraph’s website or Buzzfeed, because people just can’t get enough of Badger’s Mount and Shitterton. But Mark (Countdown Mr Miyagi) and I are determined to go one step further. We have a list with about 300-400 of these place names around the country listed; some tenuous, some obvious, some that we’re yet to see on another person’s list. One day we will go on a UK-wide tour and bring back hundreds of pictures of filthy road signs.
Until then, we started with a small tour of (mostly) central London’s funniest offerings, with my ‘babe’ (/female bestie) Sara and her camera in tow. This was done in conjunction with a trip to see what we thought would be a comedy show about celebrities’ teenage diaries hosted by Rufus Hound. It turned out to be not a comedy show, but a depressing few hours watching Rachel Johnson – editor of frightfully posh magazine The Lady and sister of the comedic yet sinister Mayor of London – be a snooty rich girl. This, when we could have spent 50 minutes each way going to Cockfosters tube station, #100 on my travel bucket list.
The truth is that most of London’s most hilarious offerings are nestled in the suburbs, irritatingly far away from each other, so we’ll have to do another trip in future to cover Nork Gardens, Bellenden Road and – of course – Cockfosters in future. However this trip was a promising start. We began at Titmuss Street (near Goldhawk Road tube station), moved onto Shepherd’s Bush, followed by Swallow Passage (Oxford Circus), Percy Passage (Tottenham Court Road), Mincing Lane (Bank), my personal favourite Mudchute, Laycock Street (Highbury & Islington) and Cumming Street (Euston). Despite discovering a pub right next to Highbury & Islington station called ‘The Famous Cock Tavern’, where we gleefully fuelled up on food and drink until seeing the extortionate prices we had to pay for the pleasure, the trip ended in disappointment as the sign for Back Passage – near Farringdon – had gone AWOL, and we had to make do with posing sans sign. 😦