Judging by the bricks somewhere near the docks, south of the city centre, at a guess.
A lot of that area has been demolished, hasn’t it? My geography isn’t great but there was a heck of a lot of clearance when they did the Gloucester Quays development I seem to remember.
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Turns out, it’s near Eastgate Street and St Mary’s Church.
That’s Alex - I shall have a look and refresh my memory!
I left Gloucester before the Quays development started and went back several times during and after the redevelopment of that whole area - quite the change indeed! All it did though was push the prostitutes and drug dealers out elsewhere.
Sorry, brainfart, near Westgate Street 
I really should know better, my step Dad’s mum lived in sheltered accommodation down that way!
I’ve been here for 5 years but up until our business died a year or so back, I was making quite frequent (very short) visits back. So much of it had gradually become unrecognisable but that’s age for you, I guess 
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I think it’s a similar story in many UK towns and cities Angela. Although Norwich, probably my favourite UK city is still wonderful . Down the road in GtYarmouth, my town of birth is sadly nothing like it was when it was a thriving port, holiday centre and brilliant place to be brought up in. Basically now it’s a dump.
There’s a small town called Pissy-Pôville near Rouen - makes me smile everytime I pass the sign
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Not a Street name but we used to live in a watermill on the river asse, much mirth offering to take people up the asse in the
boat.
Don’t know if it’s been mentioned upthread (don’t think so) but there is the “Association des communes de France aux noms burlesques et chantants”, they have a label/logo I seem to remember.
Some crackers there Fred, Anus must be in the back of beyond ?
Must be… Potentially some interesting twinnings there.
Don’t know if some of you have ever seen this cult reportage below about Montcuq but it’s a classic, it was shown in a popular programme called “Le Petit Rapporteur” in the mid-1970s.
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Classic clip.
We used to go to Montcuq when my partner lived not too far away. Nice place with a very nice resto down the hill by the river.
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You may have recognised the man ambling around Montcuq doing that piece for Le Petit Rapporteur, it’s Daniel Prévost, who then rose to fame as an actor (he was already an actor then when he worked for that satirical programme but wasn’t the household name that he would become).
He was notably the vengeful tax inspector in the cult film Le dîner de cons, he often plays sadistic comedic villains!
I,m not too well up on movies (from anywhere) I’m afraid but he did remind me a bit of a young Coluche.
A bit yeah. Prévost started in the early 1960s in cabarets and theatres as a stand-up comedian and theatre actor, sort of specialising in “comique de l’absurde” skits, performances and plays.
Try to watch Le dîner de cons if you can (DVDs on amazon uk or fr, with subs), it’s quite funny.
I probably need to watch it again at some point - it’s a classic and French language practice is always useful - but humour derived from the discomfiture of others always leaves me a bit cold.
I saw it shortly after it came out, 1998, and never watched it again (just excerpts, to pupils mainly) so I don’t remember it that well, but while of course this type of schadenfreude/epicaricacy, or joie maligne in this French case, is despicable, if memory serves the all-powerful “baddies” Lhermitte and Huster (the obnoxious upper class organisers of these dinners), come across badly throughout the film and end up being the “dindon de la farce”, a laughing stock, hoisted by their own petard (I won’t write too much, don’t want to spoil it or “divulgâcher” it as the French now say). There is an overarching moral to the film, to wit that one shouldn’t prendre les gens pour des cons and feel so superior etc. as connerie is universal and we’re all potentially “le con de quelqu’un”.
(from: LE DÎNER DE CONS • Explication de Film)
Le Dîner de Cons, c’est le syndrome du “tous pourris”.
On est le modèle de quelqu’un et le con d’un autre. Dans ce monde, il n’y en a pas un pour rattraper l’autre. La connerie est universelle. Les cons sont partout.
Brochant est évidemment détestable de par son égoïsme.
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La morale est qu’on ne doit avoir pitié de personne.
Hi Peter,
good thread.
Maybe, if you put this on your list, Santa will bring you this for Christmas,
Rude World: 100 Rudest Place Names in the World by Rob Bailey (goodreads.com)
