I was born in Bethnal Green on 7th. October, 1943 in the front bedroom of 11 Royston Street. I was supposed to be born in the country, but circumstances came to pass that did not allow this to happen. As a result, I was born a cockney, and despite all efforts to educate and change me, I remain one. Being from Bethnal Green and being a cockney may not seem like much to those born elsewhere. However, ask an Irishman why he is proud of where he is born or someone from Brooklyn or The Bronx the same question. They will most likely get a faraway look in their eye and drift off to some magic place in their imagination and utter something or other that you are not likely to understand or, if you did, would not agree with. It is the same with the East End of London. Those born there are proud of this accomplishment despite having nothing to do with it. And I for one am doubly proud to come from Bethnal Green.
I was born in Bethnal Green on 7th. October, 1943 in the front bedroom of 11 Royston Street. I was supposed to be born in the country, but circumstances came to pass that did not allow this to happen. As a result, I was born a cockney, and despite all efforts to educate and change me, I remain one. Being from Bethnal Green and being a cockney may not seem like much to those born elsewhere. However, ask an Irishman why he is proud of where he is born or someone from Brooklyn or The Bronx the same question. They will most likely get a faraway look in their eye and drift off to some magic place in their imagination and utter something or other that you are not likely to understand or, if you did, would not agree with. It is the same with the East End of London. Those born there are proud of this accomplishment despite having nothing to do with it. And I for one am doubly proud to come from Bethnal Green.