- published: 28 Sep 2012
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Coordinates: 52°17′11″N 0°07′28″E / 52.2865°N 0.1244°E / 52.2865; 0.1244
Cottenham is a village in Cambridgeshire, England. It is close to The Fens. Before the fens were drained in the 19th century Cottenham was on the last contour before the waterlogged marshes, with Ely being the nearest dry land around 12 miles (19 km) to the north-east.
The village of Cottenham fell victim to a great many fires over the centuries, but none so devastating as that which occurred on 4 April 1850. Starting in the High Street around 8.30 in the evening, the flames spread rapidly and though there was no loss of human life "a vast quantity of poultry and pigeons and a good many pigs were destroyed." Forty to fifty cottages burnt down as well as the Black Horse and White Horse inns and the Wesleyan Chapel which was housed in a barn on what is now Telegraph Street.
The arsonist was believed to be one William Hayward, who was lodging at the Lamb Inn whilst doing casual labour for Thomas Graves on the boundary of whose property the fire had started. The landlord of the Lamb was quick to report that Hayward had said to him "I have been a match for old Graves ... damn and blast the fire: I wish it would burn half Cottenham down." Suspicions were fuelled the morning after the fire when the landlord woke to discover Hayward had left town. A rather trumped up case was brought against Hayward for referral to the coming assizes but, presumably for want of hard evidence, the bill was ignored by the Grand Jury.
Walking among us, a redneck plague. Yeah!
Dangerous teeth, small balls bite you.
Weapons all ready for a new game shot.
Here it comes another trash zone.
Exterminate! Creeps from outher space.
Erradicate! Until the end of earth. Control them E.1
Duplicated like a virus connection.
Armor yourself for the next generation.
How many have suddenly fell, I can see black fashion victims
Into critters tender embrace, I can see black fashion victims.
As they succumb to their sins? Hundreds of wound people
Tribe noise hits all around. Hundreds of wound people. E.2
Take a look around looking to wound. Different toughness for a klown. Hitting critters with no time which is yours which is mine.
Fuzzy balls rolling down town. Wild hunger theres no safe place.