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           Gypsies were a common sight until new laws restricted their freedom.                       Joe Orton at the height of his fame.  Sue Townsend at the height of hers.


          above  our  heads.  The  first  to  move  horse-drawn wagons. Rows of box                   bad luck to turn away a gypsy and so  unimaginative   mediocrity.   The
          as the arrows whistled their way  hedges draped in brightly coloured                        we amassed a large collection of feeters  bleak adequacy of the Saffron Lane
          groundwards was called a wimp. Sur-  washing were a sign of an itinerant                    and many promises of a bright future.  Estates  had  a deceptive  violence.
          prisingly, we had only one casualty  encampment in a corner field. Their                    The gypsies represented nature before  Fayhurst  [sic]  Road where  Orton
          when one boy panicked and ran into  days were spent sitting around                          civilisation. The last romance left in a  lived, and the narrow streets around
          the path of my descending arrow. He  smoking wood fires under grey skies                    rapidly changing world.              it seemed  to have been  vaccinated
          lived but I got into a lot of trouble.  to whittle wooden clothes pegs to                      A five-minute cycle ride away was  against life…  Cramped, cold and
            A continuous roof space, an over-  sell to the public. Some farmers were                  the Saffron Lane Estate. A pre-war  dark,  the  rows of sooty pebble
          pass through dusty attics, stretched  sympathetic towards these nomadic                     council  estate  where  semi-literate  granite homes were to Orton a grey
          the  whole  length  of  Apostles  Row.  tribes but laws were later passed to                Joe Orton lived before  he became  backdrop, set-pieces for a lifetime of
          My brother and I would attic crawl  discourage gypsies from lingering.                      a famous playwright. He met his  making do.”
          from one end to the other. This was     Pegs, called ‘feeters’, and lucky                   untimely death at the hands of his      These  houses  were  luxurious
          our main entertainment  until  our  charms were hawked from door to                         lover at the age of 34.              compared to Apostles Row.
          television arrived in the early 1950s.  door  with  a  bit  of  ‘drukkeriben’  or              Orton’s biographer, John  Lahr,      Sue Townsend, another luminary
            Every year bands of  gypsies  fortune telling in exchange for a palm                      wrote:                               who hailed from the ‘Saff’ Estate, was
          clattered down the back roads in  crossed with silver. It was considered                       “...council  housing  reflected  its  later to become world famous with
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