I often use 69 Bell End, Rowley Regis when I need a fake address.
Oh, this is walking distance from where I live. Local ay ya?
I used to have a mate who lived just by the roundabout.
When I was stupider, we went out to Chicougars, which has for the better now closed its doors, and I ended up absolutely mortal with the intent of crashing at said mates house, so we piled into a taxi and headed back. However, I insisted that we continue to drink, so we walked into Blackheath to find an open off license, bought loads more booze, and then drank it all the way back. The next thing I remember is being stood in the park, evacuating myself all over the fence to the tennis courts (?) before realising I was on my own. Went over to said mates house but the door was locked, and no one would answer their phone, so decided the best course of action was to walk home, the other side of Dudley, with only bus stops to guide my way.
Once I got home, literally through the door I got a frantic phone call from a mate; we’d picked up a randomer who’d nicked my coat, got into my mates house and curled up under a blanket, and they thought that was me. They were woken up by him rifling through my mates stuff and had a scrap with him, and realised they had a bunch of missed calls from me. They thought they were going to find me dead in a bush somewhere.
Bought me a nice fry up the next time I saw them.
Put your phone down and go enjoy the sun OP, you win the internet today!
My daily commute for 4 years went down Bell End, always used to send my husband a voice note saying ‘I’m at the bellend’ when on my way back as it meant I was 20 mins away and to get the kettle on!
A few years ago, there was a building development at the end of a street near where I live called Bell Road.
It’s a shame that this area didn’t have someone on the council savvy enough as the one person on mind who objected to a certain suggested name.
I used to deliberately go out of my way to make my SatNav say “turn right into Bell End” in her posh slutty voice.
I’m better now.
How exciting that I saw this thinking it was bell end in stourbridge, but it turns out that there are just multiple bell ends within 10 miles of each other. What an exciting country we live in.
I feel at home
Just make sure you sand it well.
A thing of beauty
Looks wet as well
Theres also a bell end in Wollaston Northants. The sign gets nicked constantly, I think they’ve given up replacing it.
Unexpected Conway’s Game of Life
I always tell people I have a road named after me and nobody ever believes me.
When a bus passes by, the announcement says “next stop Bell End”. Never fails to make me chuckle.
My mum almost ended up living on Bell End. When a new street was being built at the end of Bell Road, it was apparently quite late in the process when someone brought up the fact that Bell End may not be such a great name.
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Imagine living at number one.
I hope you wiped up afterwards
I often use 69 Bell End, Rowley Regis when I need a fake address.
Oh, this is walking distance from where I live. Local ay ya?
I used to have a mate who lived just by the roundabout.
When I was stupider, we went out to Chicougars, which has for the better now closed its doors, and I ended up absolutely mortal with the intent of crashing at said mates house, so we piled into a taxi and headed back. However, I insisted that we continue to drink, so we walked into Blackheath to find an open off license, bought loads more booze, and then drank it all the way back. The next thing I remember is being stood in the park, evacuating myself all over the fence to the tennis courts (?) before realising I was on my own. Went over to said mates house but the door was locked, and no one would answer their phone, so decided the best course of action was to walk home, the other side of Dudley, with only bus stops to guide my way.
Once I got home, literally through the door I got a frantic phone call from a mate; we’d picked up a randomer who’d nicked my coat, got into my mates house and curled up under a blanket, and they thought that was me. They were woken up by him rifling through my mates stuff and had a scrap with him, and realised they had a bunch of missed calls from me. They thought they were going to find me dead in a bush somewhere.
Bought me a nice fry up the next time I saw them.
Put your phone down and go enjoy the sun OP, you win the internet today!
My daily commute for 4 years went down Bell End, always used to send my husband a voice note saying ‘I’m at the bellend’ when on my way back as it meant I was 20 mins away and to get the kettle on!
A few years ago, there was a building development at the end of a street near where I live called Bell Road.
It’s a shame that this area didn’t have someone on the council savvy enough as the one person on mind who objected to a certain suggested name.
I used to deliberately go out of my way to make my SatNav say “turn right into Bell End” in her posh slutty voice.
I’m better now.
How exciting that I saw this thinking it was bell end in stourbridge, but it turns out that there are just multiple bell ends within 10 miles of each other. What an exciting country we live in.
I feel at home
Just make sure you sand it well.
A thing of beauty
Looks wet as well
Theres also a bell end in Wollaston Northants. The sign gets nicked constantly, I think they’ve given up replacing it.
Unexpected Conway’s Game of Life
I always tell people I have a road named after me and nobody ever believes me.
When a bus passes by, the announcement says “next stop Bell End”. Never fails to make me chuckle.
My mum almost ended up living on Bell End. When a new street was being built at the end of Bell Road, it was apparently quite late in the process when someone brought up the fact that Bell End may not be such a great name.