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Shepshed Dynamo are doing £3 entry fee for all Leicester City season ticket holders today for their game against Coleshill Town at 3pm if anybodys missing thier football fix this weekend?

 

Bar opens at Midday,

 

Happy hour in the bar between 1-2pm, £2.50 a pint!

 

Shepshed Dynamo FC

The Dovecote Stadium

Butthole Lane

Shepshed

Leicestershire

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Grab your coat, we’re going for a walk – a slightly surreal stroll through a Leicester you never knew existed. Down Pig Lane, up Hot Street, along Occupation Road, through Twizzle and Twine Passage to Hangman’s Lane and Skeyth.

It may sound like a perambulation plucked from the index of a particularly poorly-researched Leicester A-Z, but the truth is you know each and every one of these roads – just by different names. They are, in fact, Loseby Lane, Silver Street, University Road, Grange Lane, Newarke Street, Sanvey Lane and Silver Street again.

It’s not just fashions that change, street names do too.

Sometimes more than once. Silver Street has had more identities than a snake oil salesman.

 

Aside from Hot Street, it’s also been Kyrk Lane, Kyrgate, Sheep Market and the Scrabble-winning Lychyrs Lane.

It’s tempting to think we’ve come off the worst in this game of street name swapsie, inheriting a ho-hum jumble of High Streets, Church Lanes and London Roads.

Not so, says Blue Badge Guide Colin Crosby, who leads walks in Leicester and Loughborough, which tell the hidden history of street names.

“Anywhere you go, any city or any town, there are interesting street names,” he says, “but Leicestershire still has more than its fair share of eccentric ones.” And here’s the proof.

Flesh Hovel Lane, Quorn

Flesh Hovel Lane would have made a splendidly gruesome address for the kind of crumbling Gothic mansion which gets chillingly illuminated by forks of lightning in Hammer House of Horror flicks.

The grisly name comes from the Quorn Hunt.

“This is where the knackers yard was,” said Colin Crosby. “When the horses were past their sell-by-date, they’d slaughter them here in the sheds.” And there the meat would hang, ready to feed to the hounds.

Raw Dykes, Leicester

If Leicester was a tourist trap, then the kind of lively-trousered Americans who gleefully return home with souvenir packets of Brain’s Frozen Faggots would beamingly queue to have their picture taken by the sign for Raw Dykes Road.

The Raw Dykes is thought to be a Roman aqueduct which brought water from the Washbrook, in Knighton, into the city.

But why Raw Dykes?

“I’m not entirely sure,” said Colin, “but I’d hazard a guess that it is a corruption of Ratae, part of the original name for Leicester.”

Butthole Lane, Shepshed; Butt Close Lane, Leicester

“Fnarr, fnarr,” thinks every schoolboy who passes by, but the prosaic truth is that the butts here aren’t the sort that grow enormous with excessive consumption of burgers.

“This may conjure up all sorts of vivid pictures,” said Colin, “but these names relate to the site of a town’s archery butts, back in the days when England used to knock the hell out of the French on the battlefield.

“As soon as a boy was 12, he’d have to practice archery. That’s why we had the top archers.

“The Hole here means a hollow, and the Close isn’t a cul-de-sac but a clearly defined parcel of land.”

On a related theme, Claremont Street, in Belgrave, was called Backside until a newcomer by the name of Captain Atchieson objected to his address, and it was changed to mark the ship he had once commanded.

Every Street, Leicester

When Town Hall Square was laid out in 1879, the road that ran between Horsefair and Bishop Street, in the city centre, was known as Municipal Square East.

At least that’s how it was known to officialdom. Everyone else called it Every Street.

There was a cab firm here, with a sign promising to take people to every street in Leicester.

Gradually, the name stuck.

“It gave rise to that old joke: How long does it take to walk down every street in Leicester?

“About a minute, depending on how fast you walk,” says Colin.

Eventually, even the bureaucrats gave up on the dull name no-one used, and Every Street was made official.

Billa Barra Lane, Bardon

In the unrelenting heat of the midday sun, a bushman hums a verse of Waltzing Matilda as he steers his aging Ute down the dusty track by a fly-ridden billabong, scattering a pack of dingos as he goes.

That’s the kind of scene you might expect to see in a place called Billa Barra Lane.

The mundane reality is it’s a road off the old A50 near Bardon Hill.

However, the bizarre name possibly hides an even more bizarre history.

Billa Barra is thought to be a corruption of barrow, meaning old burial ground.

It’s said by some that the lane leads to the scene of King Arthur’s greatest victory, the Battle of Mount Badon, where the Saxon advance into Britain was finally halted. The romantic notion is fuelled by the area at the foot of hill being called Battleflat.

So could this be the site of an Arthurian dust-up? “I think that’s misplaced local pride,” says Colin, rather crushingly.

City of Dan and City of Three Waters, Whitwick

Funny place, Whitwick – a village that’s home to three cities.

There’s the City of Jerusalem, the age-old name for the area round St John the Baptist Church, and two of the most curiously-named streets in the A-Z – the City of Dan and City of Three Waters.

The word city may conjure up an image of tower blocks, traffic-clogged ring roads and prowling gangs of rat-faced 12-year-old smack addicts. However, in this instance, it simply means a gathering of people.

Rather smelly people, in fact, when it comes to City of Dan.

Colin said: “Whitwick used to be well known among tramps for the quality of its doss-houses. Whenever they were in the East Midlands, they would make for Whitwick.

“The Dan were a wandering tribe of Israel, and that’s used here to allude to gentlemen of the road.”

City of Three Waters, off the charmingly-named Dumps Road, marks the spot where three brooks meet.

“One is reputed to be a holy well, which flows from under St John’s Church,” adds Colin.

“People sometimes ask me if they can drink it. I tell them I think so, but not to blame me if they drop dead.”

Holy Bones, Leicester

The city’s most goth-friendly address lies by the Roman Jewry Wall and the oldest church in Leicester, and dates back to the early 15th century.

The 17th century scholar Edmund Gibson claimed the Romans built a temple here, dedicated to the god Janus. “An argument whereof is the great store of bones of beasts (which were sacrificed) that have been digged (sic) up,” he wrote. “On this account, that place in town is still called Holy Bones.”

Colin, though, says it’s the site of the ancient shambles, a cross between an abattoir and a butcher’s shop.

“Every market town had one,” he said. “It would have been ghastly in there. Imagine slipping around in all the blood. That mess is what gives us the modern word shambles.

“When they excavated here, they started finding bones, and it was assumed that these bones near such a very old church must be of saints or bishops at the very least. These holy bones were actually the remains of cows and pigs.”

Ingle Pingle Lane, Loughborough

Do people still come up with nursery rhymes? If so, Ingle Pingle Lane is the ideal setting for a new one.

“It comes from Ingle, a Norse word meaning pasture land, and Pingle, a medieval English for a small piece of land,” said Mick Allen, of Loughborough Archaeological and Historical Society. “It’s common to get two names from different languages both meaning the same. For instance there’s Breedon, which is bree – celtic for hill – and don, which is old English for hill.”

Which makes Breedon-on-the-Hill, hill, hill on the hill.

Along The Bottom, North Kilworth

Those cheap new street signs are spirit-sappingly bland, aren’t they? North Kilworth Parish Council certainly thinks so, and has a laudable policy of trading up for infinitely more elegant old-style ones.

A few years back, workmen came and put up a replacement for Along The Bottom. Along The Bottoms, it said.

Parish councillor Peter Jones went straight out and painted over the S.

The road gets its name from its position at the foot of a little valley.


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Grab your coat, we’re going for a walk – a slightly surreal stroll through a Leicester you never knew existed. Down Pig Lane, up Hot Street, along Occupation Road, through Twizzle and Twine Passage to Hangman’s Lane and Skeyth.

It may sound like a perambulation plucked from the index of a particularly poorly-researched Leicester A-Z, but the truth is you know each and every one of these roads – just by different names. They are, in fact, Loseby Lane, Silver Street, University Road, Grange Lane, Newarke Street, Sanvey Lane and Silver Street again.

It’s not just fashions that change, street names do too.

Sometimes more than once. Silver Street has had more identities than a snake oil salesman.

 

Aside from Hot Street, it’s also been Kyrk Lane, Kyrgate, Sheep Market and the Scrabble-winning Lychyrs Lane.

It’s tempting to think we’ve come off the worst in this game of street name swapsie, inheriting a ho-hum jumble of High Streets, Church Lanes and London Roads.

Not so, says Blue Badge Guide Colin Crosby, who leads walks in Leicester and Loughborough, which tell the hidden history of street names.

“Anywhere you go, any city or any town, there are interesting street names,” he says, “but Leicestershire still has more than its fair share of eccentric ones.” And here’s the proof.

Flesh Hovel Lane, Quorn

Flesh Hovel Lane would have made a splendidly gruesome address for the kind of crumbling Gothic mansion which gets chillingly illuminated by forks of lightning in Hammer House of Horror flicks.

The grisly name comes from the Quorn Hunt.

“This is where the knackers yard was,” said Colin Crosby. “When the horses were past their sell-by-date, they’d slaughter them here in the sheds.” And there the meat would hang, ready to feed to the hounds.

Raw Dykes, Leicester

If Leicester was a tourist trap, then the kind of lively-trousered Americans who gleefully return home with souvenir packets of Brain’s Frozen Faggots would beamingly queue to have their picture taken by the sign for Raw Dykes Road.

The Raw Dykes is thought to be a Roman aqueduct which brought water from the Washbrook, in Knighton, into the city.

But why Raw Dykes?

“I’m not entirely sure,” said Colin, “but I’d hazard a guess that it is a corruption of Ratae, part of the original name for Leicester.”

Butthole Lane, Shepshed; Butt Close Lane, Leicester

“Fnarr, fnarr,” thinks every schoolboy who passes by, but the prosaic truth is that the butts here aren’t the sort that grow enormous with excessive consumption of burgers.

“This may conjure up all sorts of vivid pictures,” said Colin, “but these names relate to the site of a town’s archery butts, back in the days when England used to knock the hell out of the French on the battlefield.

“As soon as a boy was 12, he’d have to practice archery. That’s why we had the top archers.

“The Hole here means a hollow, and the Close isn’t a cul-de-sac but a clearly defined parcel of land.”

On a related theme, Claremont Street, in Belgrave, was called Backside until a newcomer by the name of Captain Atchieson objected to his address, and it was changed to mark the ship he had once commanded.

Every Street, Leicester

When Town Hall Square was laid out in 1879, the road that ran between Horsefair and Bishop Street, in the city centre, was known as Municipal Square East.

At least that’s how it was known to officialdom. Everyone else called it Every Street.

There was a cab firm here, with a sign promising to take people to every street in Leicester.

Gradually, the name stuck.

“It gave rise to that old joke: How long does it take to walk down every street in Leicester?

“About a minute, depending on how fast you walk,” says Colin.

Eventually, even the bureaucrats gave up on the dull name no-one used, and Every Street was made official.

Billa Barra Lane, Bardon

In the unrelenting heat of the midday sun, a bushman hums a verse of Waltzing Matilda as he steers his aging Ute down the dusty track by a fly-ridden billabong, scattering a pack of dingos as he goes.

That’s the kind of scene you might expect to see in a place called Billa Barra Lane.

The mundane reality is it’s a road off the old A50 near Bardon Hill.

However, the bizarre name possibly hides an even more bizarre history.

Billa Barra is thought to be a corruption of barrow, meaning old burial ground.

It’s said by some that the lane leads to the scene of King Arthur’s greatest victory, the Battle of Mount Badon, where the Saxon advance into Britain was finally halted. The romantic notion is fuelled by the area at the foot of hill being called Battleflat.

So could this be the site of an Arthurian dust-up? “I think that’s misplaced local pride,” says Colin, rather crushingly.

City of Dan and City of Three Waters, Whitwick

Funny place, Whitwick – a village that’s home to three cities.

There’s the City of Jerusalem, the age-old name for the area round St John the Baptist Church, and two of the most curiously-named streets in the A-Z – the City of Dan and City of Three Waters.

The word city may conjure up an image of tower blocks, traffic-clogged ring roads and prowling gangs of rat-faced 12-year-old smack addicts. However, in this instance, it simply means a gathering of people.

Rather smelly people, in fact, when it comes to City of Dan.

Colin said: “Whitwick used to be well known among tramps for the quality of its doss-houses. Whenever they were in the East Midlands, they would make for Whitwick.

“The Dan were a wandering tribe of Israel, and that’s used here to allude to gentlemen of the road.”

City of Three Waters, off the charmingly-named Dumps Road, marks the spot where three brooks meet.

“One is reputed to be a holy well, which flows from under St John’s Church,” adds Colin.

“People sometimes ask me if they can drink it. I tell them I think so, but not to blame me if they drop dead.”

Holy Bones, Leicester

The city’s most goth-friendly address lies by the Roman Jewry Wall and the oldest church in Leicester, and dates back to the early 15th century.

The 17th century scholar Edmund Gibson claimed the Romans built a temple here, dedicated to the god Janus. “An argument whereof is the great store of bones of beasts (which were sacrificed) that have been digged (sic) up,” he wrote. “On this account, that place in town is still called Holy Bones.”

Colin, though, says it’s the site of the ancient shambles, a cross between an abattoir and a butcher’s shop.

“Every market town had one,” he said. “It would have been ghastly in there. Imagine slipping around in all the blood. That mess is what gives us the modern word shambles.

“When they excavated here, they started finding bones, and it was assumed that these bones near such a very old church must be of saints or bishops at the very least. These holy bones were actually the remains of cows and pigs.”

Ingle Pingle Lane, Loughborough

Do people still come up with nursery rhymes? If so, Ingle Pingle Lane is the ideal setting for a new one.

“It comes from Ingle, a Norse word meaning pasture land, and Pingle, a medieval English for a small piece of land,” said Mick Allen, of Loughborough Archaeological and Historical Society. “It’s common to get two names from different languages both meaning the same. For instance there’s Breedon, which is bree – celtic for hill – and don, which is old English for hill.”

Which makes Breedon-on-the-Hill, hill, hill on the hill.

Along The Bottom, North Kilworth

Those cheap new street signs are spirit-sappingly bland, aren’t they? North Kilworth Parish Council certainly thinks so, and has a laudable policy of trading up for infinitely more elegant old-style ones.

A few years back, workmen came and put up a replacement for Along The Bottom. Along The Bottoms, it said.

Parish councillor Peter Jones went straight out and painted over the S.

The road gets its name from its position at the foot of a little valley.

Read more: http://www.leicestermercury.co.uk/Flesh-Hovel-Butthole-Leicestershire-s-eccentric/story-24587415-detail/story.html#ixzz3VfmadI9o 

Follow us: @Leicester_Merc on Twitter | leicestermercury on Facebook

 

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I won't be going.

I asked my wife if she minded if I took her down to Butthole Lane this afternoon and she said that's one place I'll never go. :(

Well if she is going to behave like she is from the 1960s, she better make sure she gets your dinner ready on time.
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