WHEN ordering things by telephone, a friend of mine in
Others evoke images that may conflict with residents’ efforts to appear dignified when, for example, applying for jobs. These include Slutsh*le Lane,
And, in a country that delights in lavatory humour, particularly if the word “bottom” is involved, there’s Pratts Bottom, in
It’s interesting how often these places cluster together. In one crowded area south of Cambridge, for instance, you can find Blo Norton, Rickinghall Inferior, Helions Bumpstead and (a personal favourite) Shellow Bowells.
Lewes District Council in East Sussex tried to address the problem of inadvertent place-name titillation by decreeing that “street names which could give offence” would no longer be allowed on new roads. Planners should “avoid aesthetically unsuitable names” like Gaswork Road. Also, “names capable of deliberate misinterpretation” like Hoare Road, Typple Avenue and Quare Street.
According to the author – who himself grew up on Tumbledown Dick Road, Oxfordshire – of “Rude Britain” and “Rude UK” which list arguably offensive place names — some so arguably offensive that, unfortunately, they can’t be printed here — place and street names are full of history and culture, and it’s only because language has evolved over the centuries that they’ve wound up sounding rude.
Ah! Just think how different Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca might have been if it had begun: “Last night I dreamt I went to Sh**terton again …”
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