#great yarmouth

[cannibalcaprine]

i know England is a TINY fuckin country, but it is WEIRD hearing "Great Yarmouth" after knowing it as the setting of Hunter: the Parenting

between horrible skin-stealing clowns and vampires, is it REALLY that bad of a town?

[insanityclause]

Staff at a Norfolk farm shop and restaurant were stunned when a Hollywood star stopped by this week. 

The team at Hirst's Farm Shop & Cafe, in Ormesby St Margaret, took to social media to share a snap of Marvel actor Tom Hiddleston as he posed for a photo.

Pictured with all smiles, the caption read: "Can you tell we have some Tom Hiddleston fans who work here?"

Speaking of the chance encounter, a staff member at Hirst's said: "It was great to meet him!

"He was very willing to have a selfie with our team and it gave them a huge morale boost to start their day seeing a celebrity enjoying their offering on a busy Saturday morning."

The Loki star was also spotted elsewhere in the Great Yarmouth area, dining at The Kings Arms in Fleggburgh last night which was shared on the business's Facebook page. 

Afterwards, he reportedly said it was the "best meal" in Norfolk.

The appearance follows shortly after Deadpool star Ryan Reynolds was spotted filming the franchise's latest instalment at Holkham, a location not unused to hosting Hollywood productions.

Norwich regular Hugh Jackman was also in Norfolk recently, where he enjoyed a meal at the Waffle House in St Giles Street, similarly stopping to take a selfie with the team.

The actor's mother lives in the county and he is a diehard supporter of Norwich City, along with Stephen Fry and Delia Smith.

London-born Hiddleston, 42, won two Primetime Emmy Awards as star of TV series The Night Manager and has appeared in films outside of the Marvel universe including Kong: Skull Island and War Horse.

He has regularly been tipped as having the potential to be the next James Bond and his mother reportedly lives in Suffolk.

[steadfast-unmoving]

Great Yarmouth, January 2024 grimy trailer curves into the distance, rusty hitch protruding. bee-striped bollard front and centre

[out-with]

Great Yarmouth, May 2024 fences lean together, tethered

[chiefyteethies]

📍Great Yarmouth, Norfolk

[leftoverlondoner]

Welcome to Great Yarmouth. Photo from Quintin Lake on Twitter @QuintinLake .

[scott-blackmore]

[lilzurapage]

no matter what im doing in my life i'm not hanging around a great yarmouth car park at 03:45am on december 9th 2023

[spookybabesworld]

Had a great day at Yarmouth yesterday 🌊🏖⛱️ did I spend my money on horror merch ? Yes , yes I did 🤣😏

[105nt]

Norfolk reads - David Copperfield

I finished listening to David Copperfield, read by Martin Jarvis via Audible (it's included, which I find extraordinary, because it's an astounding good piece of work - he is so in character with every word spoken that it is practically a dramatisation (but without all the annoying mood music in the background) and supplemented with my hard copy - this beauty, of which I only have volumes I and II.

My memory of reading this in my early teens is loving Betsey Trotwood and Wilkins Micawber, but being frustrated by Little Em'ly (the fallen woman) Dora Spenlow (the "child-wife") and Agnes Wickfield (the ministering angel), who all seemed so insipid and limited to me next to the literary heroines I admired - Jane Eyre, Maggie Tulliver, Anne Shirley.

Reading it now with the advantage of several decades, I wonder that I didn't appreciate the minor female characters more, because they are truly wonderful - Rosa Dartle with a scar every bit as expressive as Harry Potter's, Jane Murdstone's fine example of an oppressor in the Simone de Beauvoir mode, and Miss Mowcher - what the hell I made of her when I was 12 I can't think - but there she is, a procuress in plain sight.

I still love Micawber and Aunt Betsy best, but characters I would have hated without reservation are now nuanced to me - none more so than Uriah Heep, who is physically as repulsive to me as he ever was, but now I feel he might have had a point when he says that Copperfield always hated him. The book now reads to me as if he wasn't suffered to rise at least partly because he wasn't of the right class. Like Milady in The Three Musketeers - eventually I must have reached an age when I was less concerned about his crimes and more that he was surrounded by a bunch of entitled snobs.

The description of the storm at Yarmouth and the wreck is as fine as I remember:

As we struggled on, nearer and nearer to the sea, from which this mighty wind was blowing dead on shore, its force became more and more terrific. Long before we saw the sea, its spray was on our lips, and showered salt rain upon us. The water was out, over miles and miles of the flat country adjacent to Yarmouth; and every sheet and puddle lashed its banks, and had its stress of little breakers setting heavily towards us. When we came within sight of the sea, the waves on the horizon, caught at intervals above the rolling abyss, were like glimpses of another shore with towers and buildings. When at last we got into the town, the people came out to their doors, all aslant, and with streaming hair ...

The tremendous sea itself, when I could find sufficient pause to look at it, in the agitation of the blinding wind, the flying stones and sand, and the awful noise, confounded me. As the high watery walls came rolling in, and, at their highest, tumbled into surf, they looked as if the least would engulf the town. As the receding wave swept back with a hoarse roar, it seemed to scoop out deep caves in the beach, as if its purpose were to undermine the earth. When some white–headed billows thundered on, and dashed themselves to pieces before they reached the land, every fragment of the late whole seemed possessed by the full might of its wrath, rushing to be gathered to the composition of another monster. Undulating hills were changed to valleys, undulating valleys (with a solitary storm–bird sometimes skimming through them) were lifted up to hills; masses of water shivered and shook the beach with a booming sound; every shape tumultuously rolled on, as soon as made, to change its shape and place, and beat another shape and place away; the ideal shore on the horizon, with its towers and buildings, rose and fell; the clouds fell fast and thick; I seemed to see a rending and upheaving of all nature ...

One mast was broken short off, six or eight feet from the deck, and lay over the side, entangled in a maze of sail and rigging; and all that ruin, as the ship rolled and beat—which she did without a moment's pause, and with a violence quite inconceivable—beat the side as if it would stave it in. Some efforts were even then being made, to cut this portion of the wreck away; for, as the ship, which was broadside on, turned towards us in her rolling, I plainly descried her people at work with axes, especially one active figure with long curling hair, conspicuous among the rest. But a great cry, which was audible even above the wind and water, rose from the shore at this moment; the sea, sweeping over the rolling wreck, made a clean breach, and carried men, spars, casks, planks, bulwarks, heaps of such toys, into the boiling surge.

Last words to my favourites:

Ilsa is as sharp as Betsey Trotwood, if not as discreet:

'I think Agnes is going to be married.'

'God bless her!' said I, cheerfully.

'God bless her!' said my aunt, 'and her husband too!'

"And now, in short, I proceed to devour that inestimable volume, The Shrieking Pit by Arthur Rees, and if any remain to accompany me on this literary pilgrimage, in due course here shall be found such ruined vestiges as yet

Remain

Of

A

Fallen Tower"

105 (with apologies to Wilkins Micawber)

[owenoak95]

WELLINGTON

Based on the Pier at Great Yarmouth

[stark-park]

Everyone knows Stonehenge, come on, show Europe something new, like Great Yarmouth's Joyland, now that's a treasure. Snails that can give you whiplash!

[ww1postcards]

[steadfast-unmoving]

Great Yarmouth, January 2024 gridded windows jut from beige frontage. signage peeled to reveal unpainted board

[spilladabalia]

Moon-stomping skinhead girls invade stage at Skamouth.

[frimleyblogger]

Nelson The Clown

There always used to be a frisson of excitement when the circus came to town and the arrival of William Cooke’s Royal Circus at Great Yarmouth on May 2, 1845, was no exception. To promote the attractions of the troupe, a spectacular opening event was planned, which involved Nelson the Clown, described on handbills as a “low comedian”, floating down the rivers linking one end of the town to the…