Rude Britannia: the weird and the silly behind British place names
Long before the Coronavirus outbreak I had a good American friend - a former military veteran I knew from my time in Afghanistan - who having Anglo roots always expressed a desire to drive around rural southern England one summer. Not so much to dig up his Anglo family roots but also get a broad sense of where his ancestors came from. Unlike the British, Americans think a two hour drive as nothing more than a quick trip down to the shops. So I was little unconvinced by his plans to breezily jaunt through the whole of rural Southern England in one summer. But off he went with his wife and kids in tow. By all accounts they had a fun trip but now and again I would get a text showing me a picture of a village sign board with a rude, funny, or weird name such as Shitterton in Dorset, Puddletown also in Dorset. My friend would text ‘Are you guys serious?!’
And yet it’s true. Britain does have some really weird, silly, and very rude names for villages, towns, and even streets. The more rural the more bizarre seems to be the rule of thumb.
Ae
Beer
Bitchfield
Brawl
Brokenwind
Brown Willy
Catbrain
Crackpot
Cockermouth
Dull
Fingeringhoe
Fryup
Great Snoring in Fakenham
Grumbla
Ham
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
Lost
Loose Bottom
Matching Tye
Mumbles
Nasty
Nempnett Thrubwell
Pity Me
Plwmp
Scratchy Bottom
Shitterton
Spunkie
Tarty
Tomtit’s Bottom
Tongue
Twatt
Upton Snodsbury
Ugley
Westward Ho!
Wetwang
British history didn’t start with the Celtic peoples (Stonehenge didn’t build itself, after all). But the Celtic tribes that arrived during the Iron Age, which started around 800BC, were the first to give a clear linguistic contribution that has lasted to modern times. They came in groups from the continent; those in the north spoke Goidelic (the source of Gaelic), while southerners spoke Brittonic.
Even today, many hills and rivers have kept their Celtic names – especially in the north and west. The Wrekin takes its name from Celtic. So do about two-thirds of England’s rivers: Avon, Derwent, Severn, Tees, Trent, Tyne – and Itchen, which later lent its name to the town Bishop’s Itchington. (Some of these names may even have come from the people who were here before the Celts). Often the names just meant ‘river’ or ‘water’, and sometimes no one knows what they originally meant; in the Oxford Dictionary of English Place-Names, AD Mills calls Severn “an ancient pre-English river name of doubtful etymology”. The River Tame, comes from the Celtic for ‘dark one’ or ‘river’ – as does the more famous River Thames.
There is less Celtic influence in the south and east largely thanks to the Anglo-Saxons. When they invaded in the 6th Century AD, they pushed the Britons to the edges and into the hills. Those who stayed in England were gradually assimilated, rather like the name of the town we start our drive in, Much Wenlock. It gets its Much is from Anglo-Saxon mycel, meaning ‘great’ or ‘much’. Wenlock comes from Celtic wininicas, ‘white area’, and the Anglo-Saxon loca, ‘place’.
The Romans invaded Britain too, even before the Anglo-Saxons, first trying in 55 BC but at last succeeding in AD 43. But their linguistic influence, like their culture, left less of a mark: they built towns and garrison outposts, but they never truly made Britain their home. Roman contributions to British place names come mainly through their Latinisation of pre-Roman names. A Celtic name that had been rendered by earlier Greek visitors as Pretanniké became the Roman Britannia; an ancient name of obscure meaning became Londinium. The other major Roman contribution comes from the Latin castra (‘fort’). Taken into Anglo-Saxon, it became ceaster (‘town, city’, pronounced rather like ‘che-aster’) – which has mutated to chester (Chester, Manchester), caster (Lancaster, Doncaster) and cester (Leicester, Cirencester).
Unlike the Romans, however, the Anglo-Saxons did not come to establish an outpost or colony. They came to move in. The Anglo-Saxons did build forts – the word burh (‘fortified place’) gives Britain all of its –burghs and –burys – but what they really wanted to do was farm, build towns and conduct trade. If they encountered a forest (called a wald, wold, weald, holt or shaw) or a grove (graf, now –grove and –grave), they might clear it to make a leah (now –ly, –lay, –ley and –leigh). They would enclose land to make a worthig (–worth), ham (the source of 'home'), or tun (now –ton and the source of 'town'). Since ham was more common in the earlier years and tun later on, there are more –hams in the south, where the Anglo-Saxons first came, and more –tons in the north and west.
The Anglo-Saxons also liked to name things after themselves. The suffix –ingas (now shortened to –ing(s)) referred to the family and followers of some personage: for instance, Hæsta’s folk settled at Hastings. Many a ham and tun was also named for a person, such as Birmingham, the ham of Beorma’s people (Beormingas). They also named geographical features for themselves, like valleys (denu) such as Rottingdean (the valley of Rota’s clan). And, before converting to Christianity, they named some places after their gods – Wednesbury is named after Woden.
Then the Scandinavians arrived. They started in the 8th Century with raids: Danes from the east and Norsemen, coming around Scotland by sea, from the northwest. In the mid-9th Century, they staged a full-scale invasion and began to settle in the areas they controlled. At the height of Scandinavian power in Britain, they controlled an area known as the Danelaw that covered most of England north and east of a line from Liverpool to the Thames.
Ashby, like Appleby, bears the quintessential mark of a Danish place name: –by, meaning ‘farmhouse’ or ‘village’. Both, however, also bear the marks of the Anglo-Saxons who where there first: the apple and ash trees. Also from the Danes came both (now booth), meaning ‘cattle shelter’; thorp, meaning ‘satellite farm’, now mostly with an excrescent e as in Donisthorpe; toft, meaning ‘homestead’; and thwait, meaning ‘clearing, meadow, or paddock’ – now also with that unnecessary e.
In 1066, the Normans came: Frenchmen, many of whom were descended from assimilated Viking invaders of France. William took over the government and gave ownership of many places to knights who had supported him. Ashby was given to the de la Zuche family; Newton (‘new town or enclosed settlement’) was given to the Burgilons (now Newton Burgoland). The invasion also led to French versions of English originals, such as Rievaulx, translated from Ryedale. There are pure French names that later were shaped by English influence, such as Beamish from beau mes (‘beautiful mansion’), Bewdley from beau lieu (‘beautiful place’) and Ridgemont from rouge mont (‘red hill’). The Normans’ scribes, educated in Latin, also gave Latin additions such as Appleby Magna and Lyme Regis – and even the occasional full name, such as Pontefract (pons fractus, ‘broken bridge’).
But the Norman French did not settle in with the same comfort as the Anglo-Saxons and the Scandinavians, and certainly not in the same numbers. The commoners – made up of Anglo-Saxons, Scandinavians and remaining Celts – kept speaking English, which was still evolving and came to add many French words.
In time, English again became the language of rule. The court, which had increasingly intermarried with English speakers, resumed speaking English in the 14th Century; parliament returned to it in the 15th Century. Ultimately, the stubbornness of the Anglo-Saxon language conquered in the end. How else could a ‘south-town coalfield’ become Sutton Coldfield? Wet clearings (water leas) at the west clearing (west leah) become Westley Waterless? A muddy place (slohtre) turn to Slaughter (Upper and Lower)?
And so it is that you can, in 60 miles, go from the Celtic hills, through the Anglo-Saxon and old Celtic towns, across the pre-Celtic, Celtic, and Anglo-Saxon rivers, past faint traces of the Romans, cross into Danish territory, and find the French nobility. All in one language: English.
But wherever you go just remember to drive carefully because you just never know what is quaintly etymological or what is curiously literal....
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CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT: CHAPTER SIX | ME AND MY BROKEN ARM
Saturday, October, 10th
4:21
Turned out it was indeed broken.
Or, at least, that's what Dr. Richard said. He used to patch up soldiers in the military but lost a foot during an explosion and was forced to retire. Now, patch up people who can't afford hospital fees in an old basement on Southside.
Dr. Richard casted FP's arm without asking questions. With Serpents frequently coming in with gun/knife wounds, the old man knew better than to ask. The less he knew, the safer he was.
Once they were done with the cast, Alice walked FP home, saying she had left her bag there. Truth was, she didn't brought her bag tonight; she simply wanted to make sure his dad wouldn't aim at him again.
FP couldn't help but feel like an infant as Alice helped him undress - it was a struggle with his cast. His arm would hurt every time he'd try to move it. How was he supposed to take off his jeans and tee shirt with one arm without moving his right arm? It was impossible without someone's help.
''If I can't undress by myself, how am I going to have sex with this damn cast?'' the teenager asked as Alice pulled his tee shirt over his head.
She snorted. ''Tell your big dick not to worry. The swelling will go down and the painkillers will kick in. You'll be fine.''
''The painkillers?''
Dr. Richard wanted to sell them for fifty bucks but FP's wallet was dry...so they didn't get them. That's what he thought.
Alice pulled out the bottle from her leather jacket's pocket and wiggled them in front of FP's eyes.
''Did you steal them?'' he asked, popping open the painkillers's cap and swallowing two pills dry.
''No, Dr. Richard keeps his good shit locked up. He has like, five padlocks on his cupboard.''
''Wow. That...intense.''
They moved to the jeans and FP undid his belt, working on the button and zipper. ''How did you get them, then? Please tell me you didn't pay-''
''You're a good fuck, Jones, but, I wouldn't spend fifty bucks on you. I just showed him my boobs and he let me the bottle.''
''You did what?! That man's a fucking perv.''
''You didn't have anything to pay, I wasn't going to let you in pain.''
She helped him out of his jeans and FP pulled her onto his lap before kissing her. ''I'm the one you should be showing your boobs to.'' He dipped his head and bit at the part of her breast that was peaking out from her bra.
The blonde laughed and swatted his good arm. ''Stop it, you're gonna pierce my shirt.''
FP snickered. ''I'm not a fucking shark.''
''I know. I wouldn't let you go down on me if you were.''
A smug grin spread on the boy's lips. ''You love when I do that, don't you?''
She hummed, closing the gap between their lips, tongue sliding in. FP's hand snaked under her shirt and she pulled back. ''I should get going. It's almost four-thirty.'' Standing from the Bulldog's lap, she straightened her clothes and headed toward the door. ''Night, Jones.''
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16:09
When FP woke up, he quickly realized the painkillers had stopped working their magic. He groaned, rolling over and grabbed the bottle of medicine from his nightstand, taking two. Checking the time on his alarm, FP almost couldn't believe he it was ten past four. He had never slept in this late before. Maybe it was the painkillers's fault?
The stillness of the house told FP that his dad hadn't returned from work. He let out a breath, relieved. After last night, the teenager didn't feel like sharing a room with his old man. He fucking broke his arm, it wasn't some little bruise he could cover. People would ask questions at school. Around town. At work. Can he even work with his cast?
''How am gonna explain this to everyone, Ali?'' FP asked as they were taking the turn on Elm Street. He raised his cast. ''I can't tell them what happened.''
Alice pursed her lips. ''You have time to figure it out...or I can push you down the stairs.''
Standing from his bed, FP made his way to the bathroom to shower. He took one after the game but with everything that happened last night, FP doubted he was still smelling fresh. Like always, the water was on the colder side - thanks to his dad for not replacing the water heater. To add to his unpleasing shower, he had to put a plastic bag around his cast to keep it from getting wet - very trendy if you ask him.
The doorbell rang mid-shower but FP ignored it. At this hour, it's probably an Avon ambassadors or hawkers.
To his annoyance, the sound persisted and the teenager quickly rinsed off, wrapping a towel around his waist. He went downstairs and opened the door, leaving a trail of water behind him. A tall man with slicked back salt-pepper hair, a matching beard and a heavy, worn in leather jacket stood of their doorstep.
''Is Forsythe here?'' the man asked, skipping presentations and greetings.
''Who's asking?''
''A...friend.''
FP pursed his lips, judging the man.
Beside his work buddies, his dad didn't have many friends and FP was pretty sure he had never seen this man before. Who was this man and why was he trying to pass for father's pseudo friend?
''Do you know what time he'll be back?'' the man pressed.
''Erm, no,'' FP lied, having a bad feeling.
Jaw clenching, the man cursed. ''You're Forsythe's son, aren't you?'' He raised an eyebrow at FP, seeing a resemblance with his dad. ''Tell your old man he better bring us the money soon or else he won't be walking on his two legs,'' he threatened before turning around, leaving the Jones's property, giving FP a full view of the patch on the back of his jacket. A beige skull with a red ring around it and one word at the bottom of the design: Ghoulies.
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18:45
Forsythe came home half an hour after the man left. He didn't stay long though. He changed out of his work uniform and headed back out for the night - probably to some bar. A part of FP wanted to confront his dad about the man who came this late afternoon, last night's fight came into his mind as he glanced down at his casted arm and he decided to ask another time. He already one invalid arm, he didn't want to risk another injury.
Taking advantage of the absence of his father, FP turned up the sound of his and put on one of his favorite cassette tape - thanks Fred for the birthday present. He laid on his back, only clothed of plaid boxers and an old band tee, letting Nirvana's Come as You Are fill his ears. The music was so loud he almost didn't hear the phone ringing downstairs. If the song hadn't ended and the caller hadn't persisted, he honestly would've never heard it.
FP paused his music and headed to the kitchen, picking up the device from its receptor. ''Hello?''
''Hey, FP, it's Gladys. My dad is letting me borrow his car for the night, wanna go to the drive-in with me? There's a special showing of Dirty Dancing.''
FP scoffed. Dirty Dancing? Not really his genre... ''Why would I go see Dirty Dancing?''
''There's some steamy scenes in it...and we don't have to actually watch the movie,'' she said suggestively.
Although a good fuck would've helped him releave some tension, FP couldn't say yes to Gladys. He would have to explained how he got his arm in a cast and, honestly, he wasn't feeling up for that. He also didn't want her to scribble pink hearts all over it with a marker.
His left hand and crumpled magazines will have to do for tonight.
''Tempting. But, I'll have to pass.''
''Since when do you pass on a good fuck?'' There was a short pause and Gladys blurted out a new offer, afraid FP would hang up. ''I'll suck your dick. I know you love my lips around you.''
''Another time.'' FP laughed, shaking his head. ''Bye, Gladys.''
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21:03
Around nine, FP's stomach felt funny and he realized he had been popping painkillers all day on an empty stomach. Very bright. Knowing better than checking in the fridge - he knew it was empty -, he put on a thick flannel over his tee shirt and a pair of ripped jeans and headed to Pop's.
The diner was empty when he walked in.
''You know it's your day off, kid?'' Pop said from behind the counter as he saw FP walking in.
''Can't I crave a good burger on my day off?''
Pop smiled. ''Sure can.''
The elder man went to the kitchen and got started with FP's order. Two cheeseburgers, on large fry and a chocolate milkshake. Once everything was ready, he returned to the front and set the teenager's order on the counter.
''What happened to your face?'' Pop asked as he put FP's burgers down, catching sight of the cut on his forehead.
''Partied too hard last night. Fell on the way home,'' FP explained, lying through his teeth and lifting his cast.
Pop hummed. ''You should go lighter on the beer, next time,'' he suggested with no judgement. ''Still able to come in tomorrow?''
''I guess so.'' FP took a large bite of his burger, calming down his stomach.
''I've seen a blind man flipping burgers. You sure can take orders and clean tables with one hand.''
Two girls walked in, taking a seat at one of the booths. Pop went over to take their orders, telling FP he'll be back shortly.
''A brunette with brown eyes passed and asked for you earlier tonight.''
Gladys, FP guessed. She must've passed to see if he was working before calling.
''Is she your girlfriend?''
FP snorted. ''No, Pop.''
The man hummed. ''Why not? She seemed nice. And beautiful too.''
''We're just fooling around. Nothing serious.'' He'll admit, Gladys was a beautiful girl but, FP couldn't see himself dating Gladys. She was a bit too eager for his taste. ''Since where are you interested in my love life?''
''I've known you since you were barely two foot, FP. I've seen you grow up and become the handsome man you are today. I'm just surprised that the Bulldogs's MVP isn't already taken.''
Just as Pop finished his sentence, the bell dinged and Alice walked in, looking dashing as always in her ripped denim and leather jacket.
''Rumor has it, FP Jones has some erectile trouble.''
FP turned, a frown on his face. ''What the fu-?'' His eyes softened, catching sight of her. She had a grin on her lips, knowing very well it wasn't true.
''I was at the drive-in with friends and I heard a group of girls saying Riverdale High's BMOC had problems below the belt. Is that true, Jonesy?'' She raised an eyebrow and took a seat beside FP, stealing a fry from his plate.
He flashed her a smug smile, holding her gaze. ''You're best placed to know, don't you think, Alice?''
''You came here to drown your sexual frustration in burgers?''
''Pop's burgers are the best, can't you blame me? Oh, that's right, you haven't tasted them yet.''
She rolled her eyes, stealing another fry.
''Did he mention today's his day off?'' Pop informed her, butting in from behind the counter.
FP narrowed his eyes at his boss.
''It's your day off?'' She gave him a judgmental look. ''Who in their right mind go to their work place during their day off?''
''Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want. These are still fucking delicious.'' He took a large bite of his burger and exaggeratingly moaned at the taste.
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21:51
Secluded in FP's bedroom, the raven haired boy pushed the material up Alice's torso until her breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. He pressed a kiss right between her two breasts before moving his mouth to the side, closing over her nipple and Alice moaned. She arched her back as FP sucked gently, stopping for a brief second to switch and take her other nipple in his mouth.
Alice sat up, reluctantly pushing FP's mouth off her body. ''Let's play a game tonight, Jones.''
FP cocked an eyebrow, pushing that annoying piece of hair away from his face. ''A game?''
The blonde nodded, a mischievous look on her face. ''Since Dr. Richard said you had to rest, I thought...maybe I should be in control tonight. What do you say, FP?''
It wouldn't be the first time she'd take control. She had the ridden the stallion before and - wow - that girl was something. She knew what she was doing and wasn't the kind to get tired after two minutes, she was a strong one.
''I say it's a fucking brilliant idea.''
She rose from her spot and removed the rest of her clothing, laughing as FP was still in the process of removing his belt. He gave her the finger and she laughed even more, clearly amused.
Once he was ridden of all clothing pieces, FP sat comfortably against his pillows. ''Ma lady.'' FP took Alice's hand and pulled her over his lap, one leg on each side.
''Do you still have condoms?''
He nodded and reached to his bedside table, ripping the packet with his teeth. At least he knew how to do that with one hand.
Guiding Alice closer with his good arm, she closed the gap between their bodies, pressing her lips to his. Her hands moved to the side of his head, fingers lost in his dark tresses as FP's dick brushed her entrance. He groaned at the contact, jerking his hips up to meet her but she fled his touch, an amused grin on her lips.
While it was fun to tease FP, she too was horny for the good dick so she reached back, holding FP's erection and sunk down without warning, feeling his fingers curl on her waist, digging into her skin as he disappeared inside her.
"Fuck, Ali," he muttered under his breath, feeling her tight walls around him.
She rose up on her knees and sunk down again as FP licked into her mouth and met her every moves. At that, she let out a small noise that he wanted to hear for the rest of his life...so he did it again.
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Sunday, October 16th
6:53
When FP arrived at Pop's on Sunday, he was surprised to see Pop alone behind the counter.
''Morning, Pop. Where's Fred?'' he asked his boss.
''At home.'' FP pulled his eyebrows together. ''He called saying his father had been admitted to the hospital during the night.''
''Mr. Andrews? How come? I've seen him no later than Friday at the game. He was looking in great shape.''
Pop shrugged. ''Fred didn't say a lot. He sounded pretty shaken up. You should give him a call. He'll need the support from his best friend.''
FP nodded, taking note. ''Will do.''
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19:30
After his shift, FP headed straight to Fred's. If he's not home, he'll go to the hospital.
FP pushed the doorbell and a few seconds later, the door opened, revealing a tired looking Fred. Without saying anything, Fred stepped away from the door and FP followed him inside. They sat in the kitchen, Fred at the head and FP to his left.
''I heard from Pop about your dad.'' FP paused, seeing his friend stiffening. ''How is he?''
''He's stable. The doctors was sketchy, though. I think they're holding something from me.''
That can't be good, FP reasonned but said nothing. He was there to show his friend support, not make him worry and feel worse.
''What happened?''
''Heart attack,'' Fred replied. ''I-I found him on the floor when I got home from the party. I shouldn't have gone-'' Fred put his head into his hands.
''Hey, it's not your fault. You couldn't have know, Freddie.''
''The doctor said if I had found him five minutes later he would-''
''Stop. Your dad's alive. That's all that matters.'' Fred rubbed his eyes, nodding. ''Whatever happens, he'll get through it. Your dad's a strong one.''
Fred nodded and FP pulled him in a bro hug.
''I'm scared for him. I...I can't lose my dad, FP.''
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Monday, October 12th
10:10
In English, Hermione took Fred's seat and sat beside FP.
''I saw you.''
FP glanced at her, eyebrows pulled together.
''With that Southside hoe at Mantle's party,'' she continued, scribbling down on her worksheet, making it look as if they were discussing about the lesson. ''Lowering your standards, I see. Let me guess, did all the hot girls saw through your player game and ditched you for your teammates? Next thing, you'll be hitting on Penelope Blossom.''
The raven haired boy snorted. ''As if,'' he said, chewing one his gum.
''Maybe that's not such a good idea, after all. I heard tiny dicks gets caught between brace archwires.''
''Thinking about my dick, uh?'' FP called back with a smirk.
She wrinkled her nose. ''Ew, gross.''
''What exactly is going down with you and Alice?''
''Nothing serious. We're just messing around.''
''Does messing around include a pain kink or? Last time I saw you, your arm was fine and that was before you left with that blonde psycho.''
''Shut up, Hermione. You don't know shit,'' FP replied through gritted teeth, defensive. ''I was drunk and fell on the way home.''
She laughed, shaking her head. ''Disreputable. At least Hiram can hold his alcohol.''
Why was she bringing Hiram into this? Wasn't she into Fred at the party?
FP scoffed. ''Such an admirable Romeo.''
The sarcasm in his voice made Hermione narrow her eyes at him behind her glasses.
''Laugh all you want, Forsythe. One day, I'll be on the edge of glory with Hiram and you'll be at the rock bottom, scrubbing toilets in one of our properties all because you got downgraded from the football team in high school. Why was it again? Being caught pants down on school grounds?''
''Fuck off.''
NEXT CHAPTER (COMING SOON)
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