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Tobacco Manufacturer, James Biggs, Commercial St, E1
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Is there a connection with Bigg’s (sic) Exmoor Hunt mixture?
An uncovererd business frontage in the new hip Shoreditch. From being a centre of manufacturing, it is now a hotbed of 24 hour fun.
A quick internet search reveals that James Biggs was a tobacco manufacturer here in 1869 according to that Old Bailey trial.
I think Bigg’s Exmoor Hunt was quite unrelated, being Edwards, Ringer & Bigg , part of Imperial Tobacco Co. , at Redciliff Street, Bristol and later at Ipswich as part of Churchman’s

In the 1881 census,
James Biggs Tobacco Merchant And Manufacturer, employing 18 Men 4 Boys and 17 Women, born 1829 Birmingham, was living at Westbury Lodge, South Weald, wife Elizabeth, [born Liverpool] children Elizabeth, James, Mary Edith Dora James and sister in law [visitor] Mary M Biggs from Tipton. Biggs had been living locally since about 1860 and was chairman of the local horticultural society. In 1881 they had one governess and four servants.
Sold in 1897.

Jan 5 1900 [London Gazette]
NOTICE is hereby given, that the Partnership heretoi.
1 fore subsisting between us the undersigned, James
Biggs and James Charles Biggs, carrying on business as
Tobacco, Cigarette, Cigar, and Snuff and Roll Spinners,
and Manufacturers, at 159, Commercial-street, E., 11,
Fleur-de-Lis-street, E., and 201, Shoreditch High-street,
E., under the style or firm of James Biggs and Son, has
been dissolved by mutual consent as and from the first
day of January, 1900. All debts due to and owing by
the said late firm will be received and paid by the said
James Biggs, who will for the future carry on the business
on his own account, at the above-mentioned addresses,
under the present style of James Biggs and Son.—Dated
this fourth day of January, 1900.
JAMES BIGGS.
JAMES CHARLES BIGGS.

London Gazette OCtober 1 1858
2101. To Edward Welch, of Saint John’s-square,
Clerkenwell, in the county of Middlesex, and
James Biggs, of Norton Folgate, in the city of
London, Tobacco Manufacturers, for the invention
of " an improved tobacco-press."

1`9 July 1927
NOTICE is hereby given, that the Partnership
heretofore subsisting between James Charles
Biggs and me, the undersigned, William Montagu
Jones, carrying on business as Tobacco Merchants,
at 49, Exmouth-street, Clerkenwell, London, E.C.,
under the style or firm of REDFORD & CO., has
been dissolved as from the fourth day of July,
1927, by reason of the death of the said James
Charles Biggs. All debts due and owing to or by
the said late firm will be .respectively received and
paid by the said William Montagu Jones, who
will continue to carry on the said business under
the same style or firm of Redford & Co.—As
witness our hands this 18th day of July, 1927.
W. MONTAGU JONES.
SYDNEY WALES, as Solicitor for the Executors
of the said James Charles Biggs, deceased.

death of William Montagu Jones…
Formerly of 49, Exmouth Street, London, EC1 and 17,
Lloyd Square, London WC1 , but late of The Central
Hotel, London Road, Tunbridge Wells, Kent Tobacco manufacturer, died 9 December 1950.

For some reason, the packaging of Redford cigarettes gave the address as Exmouth Street "WC" rather than EC, the correct address. [renamed Exmouth Market]
James Charles Biggs’ address was given as Exmouth Street and also Arbury, Broxbourne, Herts. died July 7 1924

Last picture with after camera smash
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Today did not turn out the way I had planned.

Been planning for weeks to finally see my daughter today, last time my baby-mama allowed me to visit was on Christmas. We have become friends again, as she recently broke up with the guy she began dating shortly after I broke up with her. I think enough time had passed and we both had been hurt so much by other people that we realized hating each other was really getting boring. I had to borrow some cash from my mom to pay for the Greyhound so she dropped me off at Transbay Terminal.

I walked over to smoke near the entrance, and when I turned around, I saw my mom and my dog looking all cute. That’s when the asshole black dude above went apeshit. He runs over to me screaming, "You took my picture, and I was by the cop car." I tried to explain to the retarded loser that I was taking a picture of my mother and her dog, and pointed to show him. He had no interest in anything but hurting people and being a thieving scumbag. He did not listen to me and kept screaming like a woman that I had taken his picture as if this was some kind of crime. By the way people, just in case you don’t know and are as ignorant as this mother-fucker, if you are in a public place, I can and will take your picture and you need to just accept that. You should be aware also that law enforement and private security firms are taking your picture almost every second you are outside in a public place.

The punk kept insisting I had taken his picture and slammed my camera, instantly breaking it and nearly breaking my wrist. I was carrying a guitar case full of clothes and equipment on my back and my computer case around my right arm, i was not in any position to fight. He picked me out cuz he wanted to rob me, because he is a insane criminal with a habit. He is a worthless leech that looks to commit minor opportunistic crimes to support his crack habit. He kept screaming crazy shit as he grabbed me and stole my keys from around my neck. My mom was parked right here during the whole incident and starting yelling at the bastard, "That’s my son, leave him alone, don’t hurt him." This walking abortion then walked over to my mom and started saying really nasty shit to her, I don’t even want to go into it, he lives in the sewer and has the tongue to prove it. I ran over and got between this faggot and my mom, he kept getting closer to her and trying to get around me, and yelling and pointing his dirty disgusting fingers at my mom. I love my mom and we have a great relationship, when I was about twelve they found that she had a brain tumor and had brain surgery, not to remove it, as it was lodged around a cluster of nerves, they doctor’s did what they could with their limited ability at the time. She was very ill for a very long time, and cannot hear from her left ear, she cannot express tears from her left eye and her face droops to the left like a stroke victim, you can understand that I am very protective of her. When this piece of human garbage began to point his finger in a poking motion only inches from her bad eye, I grabbed his arm and pushed him back, "leave my mother alone, you fuck!" I said. He then of course focused his attention on me, chasing me around, stalking me, trying to steal all that I had, it was then that as I ran away he slammed me on the back of my head just above my neck with something hard and metallic, I lost consciousness for a second, almost falling to the ground but just waking up in time to not slam to the ground, all during this time, there was a highway patrol car right behind us the entire time, as he chased and fucked with me. At one point I ran to an oncoming bus, trying to get the driver to help i some way, guess I expect too much from human beings, there were at least thirty witnesses present who did nothing. Where were the cops? Giving themselves handjobs in the bathroom, is my bet. This cockshitter would neither let me leave or call the cops, when i tried to dial 911, he smashed my celphone, everyone just stood around watching. I ran over to the highway patrol cop car and saw all this crackhead’s shit laying on the back of the copcar, right on the trunk. briefcase, cd player, keys, and other property. This fuckwad had lost his marbles. He had been leaning on a highway patrol car, with all his crap on it. He was obviously insane and looking for trouble. He did not relent, and in a moment of panic and rage I kicked the door of the highway patrol car as hard as I could. For some reason, this made the jissslurper angry, go figure, he has such a high respect for law and order and the police, that this just made him angrier. My thought was that if I kicked the pig car, the piggies would come out of hiding. And they did, like fucking clockwork. I had run around the other side of a bus, and yelled for them to help me, that I had been robbed, and that the guy was mere feet away, running along with them, we went back to the spot where it began, this bastard was saying more evil shit to my mom, I only wish pain upon this maggot, he doesn’t deserve to die. The cops grabbed him, handcuffed him and placed him on the right side of the cop car in this picture, then they came and talked to me. I had lost it and forgot the main rule, "Don’t talk to the fucking pigs!" when i admitted to kicking the cop car, these two buttwipe highway patrol bitched puts cuffs on me. These asshole cops were acting like I was a criminal, they said I had a warrant for my arrest, it was a traffic warrant, I haven’t had a car or a driver’s license for three years, so I don’t know what the fuck they were talking about. Eventually they let me go, but acted like they were doing me a favor not taking me to jail. "that is destruction of public property, a police car, a felony, if I booked you for that, you would be going away longer than the other guy." the fuckhead lawman said to me, he just couldn’t get it through his small cop mind that I hadn’t kicked the copcar as a political gesture but to get the pigs attention, so they could get that bitch to stop fighting me and molesting my mother. They put him in the back of the car, and finally uncuffed me, I asked them what would happen next. They said he had hella warrants, and was going away for awhile, and that the D.A. might want to to talk to me. They took pictures of my cuts and gave me back my keys. His crap they had taken from the back of the car and placed next to me on the sidewalk, when I went to leave to go to the hospital, they said, "hey, you forgot your stuff." I explained that it was not mine, but the bitch in the back of the car’s stuff. That made them think for a second. I bet he had stolen property and at least one crack pipe in there. I aint saying this from nothing, I showed a friend of mine from the TL the pictures I took, and he recognized the guy, said he used to hang out on 7th and Market all the time, and was a major crackhead. I hope he gets stabbed in the eye with a fork in jail, because of this asslicker, I missed seeing my daughter, got my shit broken, got a concussion and got treated like dirt by the pigs. If he was really worried about his picture being taken, well it’s his dumbass fault that he was leaning on a copcar like a moron, i didn’t even know i had taken his picture until I pulled the memory card from wreck that was Olympus FE20 and put it in the computer hole. If he was afraid like a little girl about his picture being taking, I hopes he is real proud that his picture is now going to be all over the internet, along with the story of his lunacy and his douchebag nature.

Thank you for the cut, the scrape and the neck punch that knocked me out.
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Today did not turn out the way I had planned.

Been planning for weeks to finally see my daughter today, last time my baby-mama allowed me to visit was on Christmas. We have become friends again, as she recently broke up with the guy she began dating shortly after I broke up with her. I think enough time had passed and we both had been hurt so much by other people that we realized hating each other was really getting boring. I had to borrow some cash from my mom to pay for the Greyhound so she dropped me off at Transbay Terminal.

I walked over to smoke near the entrance, and when I turned around, I saw my mom and my dog looking all cute. That’s when the asshole black dude above went apeshit. He runs over to me screaming, "You took my picture, and I was by the cop car." I tried to explain to the retarded loser that I was taking a picture of my mother and her dog, and pointed to show him. He had no interest in anything but hurting people and being a thieving scumbag. He did not listen to me and kept screaming like a woman that I had taken his picture as if this was some kind of crime. By the way people, just in case you don’t know and are as ignorant as this mother-fucker, if you are in a public place, I can and will take your picture and you need to just accept that. You should be aware also that law enforement and private security firms are taking your picture almost every second you are outside in a public place.

The punk kept insisting I had taken his picture and slammed my camera, instantly breaking it and nearly breaking my wrist. I was carrying a guitar case full of clothes and equipment on my back and my computer case around my right arm, i was not in any position to fight. He picked me out cuz he wanted to rob me, because he is a insane criminal with a habit. He is a worthless leech that looks to commit minor opportunistic crimes to support his crack habit. He kept screaming crazy shit as he grabbed me and stole my keys from around my neck. My mom was parked right here during the whole incident and starting yelling at the bastard, "That’s my son, leave him alone, don’t hurt him." This walking abortion then walked over to my mom and started saying really nasty shit to her, I don’t even want to go into it, he lives in the sewer and has the tongue to prove it. I ran over and got between this faggot and my mom, he kept getting closer to her and trying to get around me, and yelling and pointing his dirty disgusting fingers at my mom. I love my mom and we have a great relationship, when I was about twelve they found that she had a brain tumor and had brain surgery, not to remove it, as it was lodged around a cluster of nerves, they doctor’s did what they could with their limited ability at the time. She was very ill for a very long time, and cannot hear from her left ear, she cannot express tears from her left eye and her face droops to the left like a stroke victim, you can understand that I am very protective of her. When this piece of human garbage began to point his finger in a poking motion only inches from her bad eye, I grabbed his arm and pushed him back, "leave my mother alone, you fuck!" I said. He then of course focused his attention on me, chasing me around, stalking me, trying to steal all that I had, it was then that as I ran away he slammed me on the back of my head just above my neck with something hard and metallic, I lost consciousness for a second, almost falling to the ground but just waking up in time to not slam to the ground, all during this time, there was a highway patrol car right behind us the entire time, as he chased and fucked with me. At one point I ran to an oncoming bus, trying to get the driver to help i some way, guess I expect too much from human beings, there were at least thirty witnesses present who did nothing. Where were the cops? Giving themselves handjobs in the bathroom, is my bet. This cockshitter would neither let me leave or call the cops, when i tried to dial 911, he smashed my celphone, everyone just stood around watching. I ran over to the highway patrol cop car and saw all this crackhead’s shit laying on the back of the copcar, right on the trunk. briefcase, cd player, keys, and other property. This fuckwad had lost his marbles. He had been leaning on a highway patrol car, with all his crap on it. He was obviously insane and looking for trouble. He did not relent, and in a moment of panic and rage I kicked the door of the highway patrol car as hard as I could. For some reason, this made the jissslurper angry, go figure, he has such a high respect for law and order and the police, that this just made him angrier. My thought was that if I kicked the pig car, the piggies would come out of hiding. And they did, like fucking clockwork. I had run around the other side of a bus, and yelled for them to help me, that I had been robbed, and that the guy was mere feet away, running along with them, we went back to the spot where it began, this bastard was saying more evil shit to my mom, I only wish pain upon this maggot, he doesn’t deserve to die. The cops grabbed him, handcuffed him and placed him on the right side of the cop car in this picture, then they came and talked to me. I had lost it and forgot the main rule, "Don’t talk to the fucking pigs!" when i admitted to kicking the cop car, these two buttwipe highway patrol bitched puts cuffs on me. These asshole cops were acting like I was a criminal, they said I had a warrant for my arrest, it was a traffic warrant, I haven’t had a car or a driver’s license for three years, so I don’t know what the fuck they were talking about. Eventually they let me go, but acted like they were doing me a favor not taking me to jail. "that is destruction of public property, a police car, a felony, if I booked you for that, you would be going away longer than the other guy." the fuckhead lawman said to me, he just couldn’t get it through his small cop mind that I hadn’t kicked the copcar as a political gesture but to get the pigs attention, so they could get that bitch to stop fighting me and molesting my mother. They put him in the back of the car, and finally uncuffed me, I asked them what would happen next. They said he had hella warrants, and was going away for awhile, and that the D.A. might want to to talk to me. They took pictures of my cuts and gave me back my keys. His crap they had taken from the back of the car and placed next to me on the sidewalk, when I went to leave to go to the hospital, they said, "hey, you forgot your stuff." I explained that it was not mine, but the bitch in the back of the car’s stuff. That made them think for a second. I bet he had stolen property and at least one crack pipe in there. I aint saying this from nothing, I showed a friend of mine from the TL the pictures I took, and he recognized the guy, said he used to hang out on 7th and Market all the time, and was a major crackhead. I hope he gets stabbed in the eye with a fork in jail, because of this asslicker, I missed seeing my daughter, got my shit broken, got a concussion and got treated like dirt by the pigs. If he was really worried about his picture being taken, well it’s his dumbass fault that he was leaning on a copcar like a moron, i didn’t even know i had taken his picture until I pulled the memory card from wreck that was Olympus FE20 and put it in the computer hole. If he was afraid like a little girl about his picture being taking, I hopes he is real proud that his picture is now going to be all over the internet, along with the story of his lunacy and his douchebag nature.

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