Thurrock

The most attractive seats are those areas where they've got huge council blocks already.

Think of someone like Thurrock.

Think of someone in Lincolnshire, for instance.

And you might have, say, 50 or so councillors of whom 10 maybe want to be MPs.

So really utilizing the site there.

And it's also growing with Suzuki, adding the brand to some of its car supermarkets at Cannock and Thurrock and restoring representation at Milton Keynes, which is very much the home of Suzuki.

So You know, bold statements back in July, really being backed up now by this rollout of additional sites, repurposed sites and really looking at the portfolio and how they can exist, how they can utilise these existing sites.

Fascinating article.

Where are you? Where are you then?

I'm literally just moved from Thurrock.

I'm out in South Woodham Ferrers, so I'm like literally-

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He would often tell me how the gravel pits, clay pits, and sandpits of South Ockendon, initially dug out by the Ham River Grit Company to feed post-Second-World-War hunger for concrete in Southeast England, became, in his own excited words, "a nirvana" once they had naturally filled with water.

"You dig a hole in Thurrock, leave it a few years, and there are fish in it." The faintly absurd happenstance of the pits felt to me like a classic Essex story.

My birth county had long made the best out of whatever the modern world threw at it, from industrial growth along the Thames to post-war new towns, becoming a shorthand for a loutish brand of greed-is-good conservatism in the 1980s and spray-tanned reality stars in the 2010s.

Like many former Londoners looking for green space, Cliff's family had moved to South Ockendon from a housing estate near Romford in 1964 when Cliff was 11.

Another time, he and his brother came across a mountain of glass vials and suspected that barbiturates had been dumped a few yards from a school fence.

We took some samples to the local police station and showed them these dangerous drugs and mentioned they were within yards of the school playing field and the only question we were asked was, what were you doing over there? They were more worried about the fact that we were trespassing.

Thurrock Council took no action over the scandalous pollution that burned him and destroyed the habitat he so cherished, leaving Cliff with a lifelong grudge against authority.

Decades later, he still winced at the thought of the fish floundering about in a couple of feet of muddy, poisoned water as the pits were drained and the whole reserve became a landfill site.

Prime Minister, Mr.

Speaker, on that day, I spoke to him about mine and my honorable friend, the member for Thurrock, long campaign to get the return and the sustainable funding of the Gravesend-Tilbury ferry.

Hear.

Will the Prime Minister give his support again and help us unlock barriers to back this ferry route as connectivity to supporting high streets matter? Hear.

Labour's Lord Sicker wasn't concerned about golf courses.

The proposed data centre at Thurrock in Essex will concrete over habitat for bees, butterflies, plants and birds.

It will consume up to 3 million litres of water a day in an area routinely subject to hosepipe bans.

But Lady Hayman said there was another