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The City of the Absent

2012-02-09T07:00:00.005Z

Today's guest post is by London blogger Chaz Dickens, from his website The Uncommercial Traveller.

The City of the Absent

When I think I deserve particularly well of myself, and have earned the right to enjoy a little treat, I stroll from Covent-garden into the City of London, after business-hours there, on a Saturday, or—better yet—on a Sunday, and roam about its deserted nooks and corners. It is necessary to the full enjoyment of these journeys that they should be made in summer-time, for then the retired spots that I love to haunt, are at their idlest and dullest. A gentle fall of rain is not objectionable, and a warm mist sets off my favourite retreats to decided advantage.

Among these, City Churchyards hold a high place. Such strange churchyards hide in the City of London; churchyards sometimes so entirely detached from churches, always so pressed upon by houses; so small, so rank, so silent, so forgotten, except by the few people who ever look down into them from their smoky windows. As I stand peeping in through the iron gates and rails, I can peel the rusty metal off, like bark from an old tree. The illegible tombstones are all lop-sided, the grave-mounds lost their shape in the rains of a hundred years ago, the Lombardy Poplar or Plane-Tree that was once a drysalter’s daughter and several common-councilmen, has withered like those worthies, and its departed leaves are dust beneath it. Contagion of slow ruin overhangs the place. The discoloured tiled roofs of the environing buildings stand so awry, that they can hardly be proof against any stress of weather. Old crazy stacks of chimneys seem to look down as they overhang, dubiously calculating how far they will have to fall. In an angle of the walls, what was once the tool-house of the grave-digger rots away, encrusted with toadstools. Pipes and spouts for carrying off the rain from the encompassing gables, broken or feloniously cut for old lead long ago, now let the rain drip and splash as it list, upon the weedy earth. Sometimes there is a rusty pump somewhere near, and, as I look in at the rails and meditate, I hear it working under an unknown hand with a creaking protest: as though the departed in the churchyard urged, ‘Let us lie here in peace; don’t suck us up and drink us!’

One of my best beloved churchyards, I call the churchyard of Saint Ghastly Grim; touching what men in general call it, I have no information. It lies at the heart of the City, and the Blackwall Railway shrieks at it daily. It is a small small churchyard, with a ferocious, strong, spiked iron gate, like a jail. This gate is ornamented with skulls and cross-bones, larger than the life, wrought in stone; but it likewise came into the mind of Saint Ghastly Grim, that to stick iron spikes a-top of the stone skulls, as though they were impaled, would be a pleasant device. Therefore the skulls grin aloft horribly, thrust through and through with iron spears. Hence, there is attraction of repulsion for me in Saint Ghastly Grim, and, having often contemplated it in the daylight and the dark, I once felt drawn towards it in a thunderstorm at midnight.

You do not come upon these churchyards violently; there are shapes of transition in the neighbourhood. An antiquated news shop, or barber’s shop, apparently bereft of customers in the earlier days of George the Third, would warn me to look out for one, if any discoveries in this respect were left for me to make. A very quiet court, in combination with an unaccountable dyer’s and scourer’s, would prepare me for a churchyard. An exceedingly retiring public-house, with a bagatelle-board shadily visible in a sawdusty parlour shaped like an omnibus, and with a shelf of punch-bowls in the bar, would apprise me that I stood near consecrated ground. A ‘Dairy,’ exhibiting in its modest window one very little milk-can and three eggs, would suggest to me the certainty of finding the poultry hard by, pecking at my forefathers. I first inferred the vicinity of Saint Ghastly Grim, from a certain air of extra repose and gloom pervading a vast stack of warehouses.

From the hush of these places, it is congenial to pass into the hushed resorts of business. Down the lanes I like to see the carts and waggons huddled together in repose, the cranes idle, and the warehouses shut. Pausing in the alleys behind the closed Banks of mighty Lombard-street, it gives one as good as a rich feeling to think of the broad counters with a rim along the edge, made for telling money out on, the scales for weighing precious metals, the ponderous ledgers, and, above all, the bright copper shovels for shovelling gold. About College-hill, Mark-lane, and so on towards the Tower, and Dockward, the deserted wine-merchants’ cellars are fine subjects for consideration; but the deserted money-cellars of the Bankers, and their plate-cellars, and their jewel-cellars, what subterranean regions of the Wonderful Lamp are these!

And here is Garraway’s, bolted and shuttered hard and fast! It is possible to imagine the man who cuts the sandwiches, on his back in a hayfield; it is possible to imagine his desk, like the desk of a clerk at church, without him; but imagination is unable to pursue the men who wait at Garraway’s all the week for the men who never come. When they are forcibly put out of Garraway’s on Saturday night—which they must be, for they never would go out of their own accord—where do they vanish until Monday morning? On the first Sunday that I ever strayed here, I expected to find them hovering about these lanes, like restless ghosts, and trying to peep into Garraway’s through chinks in the shutters, if not endeavouring to turn the lock of the door with false keys, picks, and screw-drivers. But the wonder is, that they go clean away! There is an old monastery-crypt under Garraway’s (I have been in it among the port wine), and perhaps Garraway’s, taking pity on the mouldy men who wait in its public-room all their lives, gives them cool house-room down there over Sundays; but the catacombs of Paris would not be large enough to hold the rest of the missing. This characteristic of London City greatly helps its being the quaint place it is in the weekly pause of business, and greatly helps my Sunday sensation in it of being the Last Man.

Dickens and London

2012-02-08T07:00:00.009Z

DICKENS 200
Dickens and London, Museum of London (2012)

It's the big name exhibition in town, for one of the biggest names in literary London. A blockbuster roomful at the Museum of London, raking in the punters at eight quid a time, come to enjoy a collection of Dickensian memorabilia. Best plan in advance.

Please note entry to Dickens and London is by timed ticket only.
We strongly advise that you pre-book your ticket and arrive early to avoid disappointment.

Come at the weekend and you might have to wait. Even if you do get a timed ticket, be warned that the maximum number of timed tickets sold in a particular slot is rather high, so it can get very crowded inside. I decided weekday afternoon was the best bet, and was still surprised by the numbers. A post-retirement audience mostly, I'd guess Radio 4-friendly, making the most of their City matinee. And yes, we enjoyed.

As a man who made his name through words, several of Dickens texts are on display here. Some are pen portraits of famous characters, printed out, and nothing you couldn't see on the internet. But some are very special, including four draft manuscripts on which Charles wrote some of his most famous works, complete with crossings out, scribbles and amendments. Alongside each is the final published work, for example the fog-bound opening paragraphs of Bleak House or the finished half of the Mystery of Edwin Drood. It seems amazing that anybody ever managed to translate his butchered scrawl into typeset print, or maybe it's too easy to forget how recently cut and paste has transformed the author's craft.

At the far end of the gallery is the desk on which Dickens used to write. This is normally hidden away in a private collection, but the Museum has wheedled it out and placed it on display for us all. Then there's an actual quill pen used by Dickens and, well, not actually as much Dickensiana as you might be expecting from a big name exhibition. The entire contents of Charles's house may have been scattered to the four winds after he died, but there's a limited amount of actual genuine "as used by"s to go round. Instead the Museum of London makes the most of its own broad collection by illustrating the era of society in which Dickens lived. The world of theatre which he loved so much (including a playbill featuring his mistress Ellen). The world of the poorhouse (whose social injustice inspired many a campaigning chapter). Panoramic pictures of the River Thames (on whose banks the young Charles once worked in a blacking factory). It's evocative stuff, and conjures up the atmosphere of Dickensian London brilliantly, but it's not the concentrated collection of writerly artefacts you might be expecting.

After a final mini-gallery exploring life and death, a modern film plays in a room near the exit. Don't miss it out - I added half as much again to the length of my visit by popping in to watch. The film's called The Houseless Shadow, and was inspired by an essay entitled Night Walks which Dickens wrote during a week-long period of insomnia. His words accompany shots of overnight 21st century London, as its City streets empty and the river flows unwatched. The twenty minute feature is entirely in the right spirit for the man, and for the exhibition, and a highly original artistic touch. You have until 10th June to pay a visit, by which time surely the crowds will have died down. This coming week, however, expect Dickens' popularity to remain undimmed.

DICKENS 200
A Tale Of One City, Portsmouth Museum (2012)

And while you're in Portsmouth, assuming you are, do pop into the City Museum. It's the big school-like building near the University, where their just-opened Dickens exhibition takes up about half of the ground floor. It reminded me a bit of the Museum of London's exhibition, in that it's mostly a collection of local Victoriana with a few genuine Dickensian artefacts thrown in. Here the special curios are a manuscript of Nicholas Nickleby (pictured), and the cut glass inkwell that was on Charles' desk the day he died. Every museum's got its own bit of that death scene, it seems. And at the other end of the building, as a bonus treat, you'll find a two-room display celebrating the life and works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. He wasn't born in Portsmouth but moved here when starting as a GP, and it was during his decade-long practice that he wrote the very first Sherlock Holmes story. With a pair of greats like these, Portsmouth is a city punching above its literary weight.

See also
» The Charles Dickens Museum, London
» Map showing Dickens' many London lodgings
» Dickens on Screen - at the BFI
» The Dickens Fellowship
» Dickens 2012
» The Charles Dickens tube map

Dickens 200

2012-02-07T00:01:00.013Z

DICKENS 200
1 Mile End Terrace, Portsmouth, Hants (1812)

Two hundred years ago today, not that anybody noticed at the time, one of the greatest authors of all time was born. Charles Dickens wasn't born in London, because that'd be presumptuous, nor in Kent, because that's only where he ended up. Instead he was born in Portsmouth, in a fairly ordinary terraced house near the Dockyard. John Dickens worked there as a clerk with the Navy, and it was here in Mile End Terrace that the first two of his children were born. The family didn't stay long, indeed Charles was only three months old when they moved up the road to somewhere better. But many years later, when he was considerably more successful, Charles came back to Portsmouth in an attempt to find the house where he'd spent his earliest weeks. He didn't succeed, he'd not come armed with sufficient memories or documentation. But after his death the people of Portsmouth realised they had a tourist attraction in their midst, and sought out the correct building, and turned it into a museum. And it's still going, which is damned impressive for a tiny 111-year-old concern up a sidestreet, but that's a sign of the measure of the great man.

Charles Dickens Birthplace Museum [photo]
Location: 393 Old Commercial Road, Portsmouth PO1 4QL [map]
Open: 10am - 5:30pm (closed Monday)
Admission: £4 (but free today)
Website: www.charlesdickensbirthplace.co.uk
Time to set aside: about half an hour

It's fortunate that the citizens of Portsmouth preserved Dickens' birthplace when they did. The family lived on one of the main roads out of town, just north of what's now the main shopping centre, and approaching the site today things don't look very promising. A broad dual carriageway has replaced the former coaching road, which within a quarter of a mile mutates into a modern motorway to speed traffic out of town. Most of Old Commercial Road has long since vanished beneath four lanes of tarmac, or a line of scarily austere modern brick tenement blocks. But council planners have retained one small length of Georgian Portsmouth, diverting the A3 in a gentle curve around the rear of Dickens' back garden. They've preserved a desirable spot, complete with cobbles and the remains of old tramlines, made slightly incongruous by the number of council estate folk using the road as a cut-through to the deprived streets beyond. John Dickens paid rent of £35 a year, but it costs rather more to live in Mile End Terrace today, hence the houses neighbouring number 1 are beautifully maintained with ornamental front gardens. [photo]

Entrance to the museum is via the steps down to the basement, so don't try entering through the front door, you'll only look stupid. The first room is the kitchen, which is now the shop, and here you'll be welcomed by the staff. This room is also home to the only piece of furniture to have survived since Dickens' day. You'd expect every last piece to have been lost, because nobody in 1812 realised how important the newborn baby would turn out to be. But the sturdy wooden dresser was built into the floor, so it was going nowhere, and now it makes a useful surface for a display of books, trinkets and other Dickens-related gifts. A fine and decent selection, you'll be pleased to hear.

Upstairs, which is the ground floor of this compact triple-decker terrace, two rooms. They're a parlour and a dining room - as I said, absolutely nothing's original, but each is decked out with the furniture and the fashions of the day. It's all very nicely done, and very recently refurbished to add (amongst other things) proper period wallpaper. All the accompanying information is appropriately vague (for example crockery "of the kind that the Dickens might have used"), but the overall effect successfully brings to life how things might have been for a naval clerk and his young family. The grandfather clock in the hallway adds a timely touch, while a rear passage leads out (through a locked door) to the cricket-square-sized back garden.

Ascend the twisting wooden stairs once again to reach the house's special floor. At the front, the bedroom in which Charles took his first breath. History doesn't recall how smoothly the delivery went, but had there been complications we might never have become acquainted with Mr Micawber, Oliver Twist and all. A wooden crib on the floor is the only physical hint of authorial birth - again it's not the original, so don't gaze upon it with great expectations. Instead head to the memorabilia room at the back of the house, where there's a piece of furniture you'd think has no place whatsoever being here. It's a green couch, indeed it's the green couch on which Charles Dickens died. He passed away after suffering a stroke in Kent - described as "apoplexy" on the official death certificate on the wall above - and his housekeeper later bequeathed the couch to Portsmouth because they were the only place at the time with a Dickens museum. It quietly freaked me out, stepping from the bedroom in which Dickens was born to the actual couch on which he died, his opening and closing chapters, in adjacent rooms.

There's an attic too, again two rooms, in which the Dickens family servant(s) would have lived. These have so far been left empty, bar a single table of period documentation and a pair of Charles's Kentish bookcases. Look out of the back window, above the tiny garden, and there's a Morrisons and a hire shop, and the sprawling Naval Dockyard, and in the foreground that very modern dual carriageway. But look out of the front window and there's the Old Commercial Road, preserved almost as it was 200 years ago when a tiny baby made his voice heard for the very first time. We hear it still today.

Diamond London v vi

2012-02-06T06:02:00.000Z

I've been meaning to run this series of posts on diamond geezer for some years now.
The Queen's Diamond Jubilee has given me the perfect excuse.
A report on all the London streets named Diamond Something.
Happy sixtieth, today, Your Majesty.

Diamond Terrace Greenwich, SE10
On the residential slopes above non-tourist Greenwich, a warren of Victoriana covers the hillside. There are some most desirable properties up here, from spacious townhouses to narrow two-up two-downs, all in an ace location that's ever-so estate agent-friendly. We're homing in on one street, if you can call it a street, and that's Diamond Terrace. From Hyde Vale it looks like a private driveway, maybe two, ascending the hill into wooded seclusion. From Point Hill, beside one of the larger stucco lodgings, it looks like a back alley to someone's garage. And so it is, but further along it opens out to form a one-sided semi-private lane, running for a couple of hundred yards along a contour. You wouldn't walk along this unmade road by mistake - indeed the residents would probably rather you didn't walk along here at all. They live in blessed isolation in a motley collection of houses, most with marvellous views (at this leafless time of year) across the immediate skyline. One of London's protected views runs from The Point - at the top of the hill - across to St Paul's and Central London. Both are harder to see from Diamond Terrace because a row of chimneypots gets in the way, but the skyscrapers of Canary Wharf are clearly visible from up here, and the Greenwich Clock Tower too. If you're not familiar with the area, you may be surprised how steeply the slopes of SE10 rise up. The street parallel to Diamond Terrace is at least three storeys down, or a similar differential up, depending. You'd pay a panoramic premium to live here, as some of the assorted dwellings make evident. First past the garages are a brief collection of semi-detacheds, with gardens mostly paved, one with a stone cat acting as sentinel by the recycling bins. Then a couple of four-storey Georgian blocks, originally family homes, whose current owners protect their parking spaces with passive aggressive traffic cones. A little grander with a wrought iron balcony for the next pair, very Dickensian, very tastefully done. And finally, alas, I didn't venture right down to the end of the cul-de-sac for fear of looking intensely suspicious, but anywhere with its own heritage streetlamps has be top council tax band, surely. This was the only Diamond-themed street I visited with a lock-up offering Motor Services for classic cars, and also the only place where a faux fur shawl had been dumped in a hedge below the official nameplate. Diamond Terrace could have been snobbishly awful, but I found this back lane individual, withdrawn and understated. Just don't go looking for it on Google Streetview because it isn't there. The camera-van probably never found either of the minor entrances, or else the residents blockaded themselves in to keep this woody enclave a well-kept secret.
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Diamond Way Deptford, SE8
Less than a mile away, on the other side of the River Ravensbourne, lies a very different Diamond. You'll find it in the heart of Deptford, just off the High Street, but don't let that prejudge your expectations. This isn't a row of crumbling terraced houses round the corner from a row of pound shops, nor part of a hinterland of postwar council flats. Indeed Diamond Way isn't a residential street at all, not unless you include dead bodies, because this is the alleyway through the graveyard of St Paul's Church. What a fantastic (and unexpected) church this is - Italianate Baroque, which is rare enough, built of Portland Stone with a circular tower beneath a circular steeple. It looks quite European, surely Roman Catholic, but its origins are wholly C of E. Three hundred years ago this was one of twelve churches commissioned to serve London's growing population, the most famous of which are the Hawksmoors in Shoreditch, Limehouse, nearby Greenwich et al. The architect here in Deptford was Thomas Archer, also responsible for Birmingham Cathedral and bits of Chatsworth House. In 1969 St Paul's entered the custodianship of a new parish priest, the outgoing Father David Diamond. He built up the congregation, repositioned St Paul's at the heart of the local community, even instigated the Deptford Festival, until his untimely death in 1992. In grateful remembrance parishioners named the path along the northern edge of the church Diamond Way. It doesn't really need a name, to be honest, it's merely a cut-through from the High Street to Church Street, and the only street sign is semi-hidden behind railings and a lamppost at the western end. Close by (and facing the bookies opposite) is a red-painted cross, plus crucified Christ, as a reminder of why the church is here. And beyond are numerous stone memorials, gravestones and the like, looking precisely as weatherbeaten as you'd expect after nearly three centuries, and surround by newly laid turf (because pedestrians don't necessarily stick to the paths). It would be so easy to walk along the High Street and never notice this green oasis, indeed not to spot that this part of town has more to offer than non-chain shops and a thriving market. But the church John Betjeman described as the "Pearl in the Heart of Deptford" still thrives, and remembers, along Diamond Way.
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Diamond London iii iv

2012-02-05T06:02:00.000Z

Diamond Street Camberwell/Peckham, SE15
This is the closest Diamond-named street to the centre of London. That doesn't mean you'll ever have been, indeed it's likely you've never even been close by. We're south of Burgess Park on the North Peckham estate, along Southampton Way, in the middle of one of those large swathes of the capital where people merely live. Had the Cross River Tram ever been built then services would have glided past the end of Diamond Street, either at one end or the other depending which southeast option had been built. Instead this road lives out a meagre existence in relative anonymity - a ragbag of modern flats and houses - and no more than two minutes walk from end to end. I had high hopes for some feature of interest as I approached, with a tall narrow segmented tower block rising in the general area, but no, that was on the adjacent Southampton Way Estate. Diamond Street was merely a brief link road, with the majority of flats along its length opening out onto some adjacent more important thoroughfare. One especially modern block, screened behind grey railings, is only five years old (I know this because satellite images on Yahoo Maps still show it as currently under construction). Nobody's bothered to add a balcony to these flats, not even a small one, because you just wouldn't. There are some proper terraced houses on one side of the road, numbers 2-26, although in fairly utilitarian brick. Most have a lacklustre attempt at a self-supporting porch, and a nasty black patch above the front door where either water or smoke has been leaking for years. All the so-called gardens are hardstanding for cars and wheelie bins, and while there is a patch of grass verge across the road, somebody's dumped a mattress on it plus the packaging in which the replacement was delivered. There are plenty of laybys for cars, just as in Diamond Street's Stonebridge namesake, and also a couple of pairs of speed humps (which a passing fire engine has to take inappropriately slowly). As I pass the flats at the top end of the road, I spy a pair of pink marigolds at work in the ground floor window. On reaching Chandler Way I turn and look back at Diamond Street, and sigh, and wonder how I'll ever be able to write 400 words about it when I get home. But never fear, because every street in London's interesting in its own way, even (alas) this one.
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Diamond Close Goodmayes/Chadwell Heath, IG3
Out in the deep morass of East London, in the part they prefer to think of as Essex, lies the only bejewelled cul-de-sac in my Diamond list. I was convinced I'd travelled out at least as far as Barking and Dagenham, but fractionally not quite, this is still the outer reaches of Redbridge. This turns out to be important. The Becontree Estate begins a couple of streets away, once the largest housing estate in the world, but Diamond Close avoids architectural similarity by being much later infill along the border. Most of the roads around here are straight or gently curved, but the roads on this 80s development are deeply sinuous, presumably in an attempt to cram in as many new houses as possible. These are streets where builders live, and aerial fitters, and Kelly who runs Kelly's Big Baps which she runs from a mobile burgervan she keeps parked up round the back of the house. It's the sort of area where shaven-headed blokes walk past in shirtsleeves, even when it's midwinter and bloody freezing, and where drivers are proud to affix an English Democrats sticker to their rear windscreen. You'll find Diamond Close near Crystal Way, just past Sapphire Close. It's a curved dead end, very short, with mighty evergreens at one end and a fence plus bin store at the other. The bins are "Private for use of flats only", which means none of the residents of Diamond Close can use them. They all live in the nine houses down the opposite side of the close - a staggered row of sturdy late 20th century brick with shallow-sloping roofs. As house number increases so the front garden space grows, from 100% parking space at the lower end to 50% fenced off lawn at the higher. It's parking nirvana here, to be frank, and if an entire amateur football team turned up for a barbecue in their sporty GTIs there'd be plenty of room for all. It's also precisely the sort of road where I'd expect a cabbie to live... so it comes as no surprise that in one of the nine houses one actually does. Owner-occupied, satellite dish-enabled, trim, tidy, and above all neighbourly, that's Diamond Close. I'd expect Boris Johnson to clean up along here in this year's mayoral elections - just a hunch, but I bet I'm right. And a heck of a lot of Outer London resembles Diamond Close. Ignore the suburbs at your peril.
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Diamond London i ii

2012-02-04T06:02:00.000Z

Diamond Street Stonebridge, NW10
That's Stone bridge, close to Stonebridge Park, the next station up the line from Harlesden and Willesden Junction. Just round the back of the Neasden temple, that's where my first Diamond-named street lies. It's also the newest of the lot, built as part of a decade-long 21st century redevelopment project which has seen the demolition of one of London's most notorious estates. The original Stonebridge Park Estate emerged in the late 1960s, replacing a Victorian suburban development with council-funded tower blocks. You know the drill - hopes of highrise utopia gradually dashed by broken-down lifts, increasing crime and communal misery - until Stonebridge Park wasn't somewhere you'd want to even visit, let alone live. How the area's changed. That's partly thanks to the Stonebridge Housing Action Trust (who have the most unfortunate acronym), but mostly due to the gradual removal of concrete monolith after concrete monolith, and their replacement by something hugely more pleasant. All of the replacement buildings are lowrise brick, none higher than four storeys, and yet the council's still managed to relocate all the residents from the old in the new. Now a tangled web of broad streets covers the area, with the most fortunate houses lining the landscaped Brent Feeder - a 200 year old channel linking the Welsh Harp Reservoir to the Grand Union Canal. From the footbridge follow Sapphire Road uphill, and at the crossroads this magically metamorphoses into Diamond Street. It's a quiet junction, quiet enough on my visit to be the kickabout location of choice for three small boys. A long dribble, a wallside tap, and then the recovery of aforesaid football from beneath a parked-up truck. Excitingly this street corner features the first VG Store I've seen in many a decade. It's not got the VG logo I remember, and the windows are bedecked only with photos of generic fruit, but this is still a Very Good convenience outlet for those living hereabouts. Flats above, with smooth curving balconies, and more flats alongside - the Diamond Street 26-42 Evens. These aren't bad as modern blocks go, mostly brick and glass but with understated metalwork features throughout. Numbers 2-24, on the other hand, are proper houses, laid out in a long brown terrace with rooms inside for above-average-sized families. Walk up the pavement to the T-junction at top of the slope and you'll likely spot the inhabitants pass, or peer from a window, or park up outside. On the corner with Ruby Street I spy a group of black-coated ladies and daughters, standing gossiping in that blessed hour immediately after attending church. It's an especially Afro-Caribbean neighbourhood around here, but not exclusively, and any taint of the old crime-ridden estate feels long gone. Clean, unthreatening, desirable - London's youngest Diamond Street is a rare triumph of post-blight cohesion.
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Diamond Road South Ruislip, HA4
I'm glad that at least one of these half-dozen streets lies in proper suburbia. Far from the centre of London, South Ruislip's virtually Metroland, except that the local tube line's orange, not purple. In this corner of Hillingdon history doesn't really kick off until the fields were ploughed for housing, which'd be about 75 years ago. And this was the era of King George V's Silver Jubilee, so it's no surprise to find roads named Royal Crescent and Jubilee Drive. Diamond Road begins on the latter, at an anonymous corner which could be anywhere west of Wembley, marked by a lone dogmess bin on a narrow verge. First up are a few flats, thirties style, one unfortunate enough to have a public phonebox in its front garden. They'd never stand for open access further up the road. Diamond Road bends ninety degrees to become a tree-lined avenue of perfect semis. The dominant features are a first floor acute-angled bathroom window, and a brick arch (of varying dimensions) looping over the front porch. Although there are subtle difference between adjacent pairs, and even the occasional bungalow to break up the pattern, the entire street hangs together architecturally in a repeated motif of angular brown and white. Many houses still have the original stained glass panels in a downstairs window, probably something ornate and floral, in a variety of bright primary colours. A few front gardens are still a riot of well-tended foliage, or they would be were it not midwinter. One householder is up a ladder, chopping every branch from a roof-high fir tree, leaving behind a forlorn limbless trunk poking up into the leylandii nextdoor. A ginger tabby pads out onto the pavement through a gap in a very low hedge. Nothing much happens, for some considerable time, but then that's suburbia for you. Cut through the one street to the south and you end up on Victoria Road, which is South Ruislip's answer to an out-of town mall. All those big stores that sell electrical goods and furniture, they're all here, as well as a Kwik Fit and a Halfords and a Wickes. In the car park a small white trailer is parked up, dispensing burgers, hot dogs and hot drinks to any shopper who requires refreshment between warehouse stops. Nobody's biting. This retail park's all terribly convenient for the residents of Diamond Road, who could easily walk, except I bet they drive because driving's the done thing around here. The great majority of houses have paved over the space between building and street, all the better for parking up probably two cars, the first quite possibly a BMW, the second a smaller hatchback. It's not ridiculously comfortable living out here, but it's pleasant, and peaceful, and a darned sight more aspirational than most of its London namesakes. I spent most of my childhood living in a semi-detached house exactly like those here, and Diamond Road feels very much like home.
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Royal Greenwich

2012-02-03T07:00:00.013Z

It's an exciting morning to be a southeast Londoner. Yesterday Greenwich was just an ordinary London borough with housing officers, street sweepers and self-important councillors. But this morning it's awoken as the Royal Borough of Greenwich, complete with official charter from Her Majesty the Queen, in commemoration of her Diamond Jubilee. How chuffed must the mayor be to have this honour bestowed during his period of office. How thrilled must councillors be to run a bigger name borough than measly Southwark, Lewisham, Croydon or Bexley nextdoor. And how proud must local residents be now that their very existence is suddenly more important through royal recognition? Yeah, that proud.

Changes are afoot locally in order to recognise Royal borough status. The borough has a new royal crest, complete with royal bits on the shield and everything. New street signs are being erected (they say "Royal Borough of Greenwich"). The council website (now royalgreenwich.gov.uk) is getting a makeover, complete with a section of crest as a background graphic. And this weekend Royal Greenwich residents can celebrate with fireworks, and historical re-enactments, and a big parade, and even a drop-in lantern-making workshop. Here's the celebratory timetable, by royal appointment.

Friday 3rd February (Woolwich): 4:30pm Festivities begin in General Gordon Square, 6:30pm Mayoral speech, followed by ten minutes of fireworks
Saturday 4th February (Eltham): 10am-2pm Historical activities and free entry at Eltham Palace, 5pm Festivities begin at the Tudor Barn, 6pm fireworks
Sunday 5th February (Greenwich): 10am-6pm Historical activities in and around the Old Royal Naval College, 5pm Grand Royal Greenwich Parade, 6pm fireworks

But Royal Greenwich boasts no current royal palaces. The area merits its royal borough status thanks solely to past glories, most especially during Tudor times. Henry VIII was born in Greenwich, and twice married here. His children Edward VI, Mary and Elizabeth I were all born at the palace, which is also where poor Edward died. Then there's the Royal Dockyard, and the Royal Naval College, and the Royal Observatory, not to mention the Royal Blackheath Golf Club. And if that's not enough, the Queen Mother visited in 1978 to open the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, as an increasingly tangential heritage page on the council's website proudly bears witness.

It's rare too, this royal moniker. Only two other London boroughs share the honour, a couple more in the Home Counties, and not terribly many more outside the capital. Here's the full list of British locations with nominated royal patronage.

Boroughs: Royal Borough of Greenwich (thanks to the Diamond Jubilee assignation), Royal Borough of Kensington & Chelsea (because Queen Victoria was born at Kensington Palace), Royal Borough of Kingston upon Thames (because it was the coronation place of King Æthelstan in 925AD), Royal Borough of Windsor and Maidenhead (because of Windsor Castle)
Counties: Royal Berkshire (because of Windsor Castle)
Towns: Royal Town of Caernarfon (because of the castle), Royal Leamington Spa (because Queen Victoria visited the spa in 1838), Royal Tunbridge Wells (in recognition of the town's connections with the royal family since the Stuart dynasty), Royal Wootton Bassett (because some of the townspeople paid their respects to repatriated armed forces coffins for a few years)

Meanwhile it can't be long now until an official announcement is made of the name of Britain's newest city. This is another Diamond Jubilee-related honour, and the winner will be one of the urban districts on the following list:

Would-be Diamond Jubilee cities: Bolton, Bournemouth, Chelmsford, Colchester, Coleraine, Corby, Craigavon, Croydon, Doncaster, Dorchester, Dudley, Dumfries, Gateshead, Goole, Luton, Medway, Middlesbrough, Milton Keynes, Perth, Reading, Southend, St Asaph, St Austell, Stockport, Tower Hamlets, Wrexham.

I think we can all agree it won't be Goole (the City of Goole, whatever were councillors thinking?). And it definitely won't be Tower Hamlets either, firstly because no committee would ever award the second Jubilee honour to anywhere adjacent to the Royal Borough of Greenwich, and secondly because the City of Tower Hamlets is an entirely ridiculous, almost megalomaniac, concept. The previous new city announcement, for the Golden Jubilee in 2002, was made in mid-March, so maybe we've a few weeks to wait yet. But the smart money is on Reading, currently 8/11 favourite following a recent spate of suspiciously big wagers, with Perth in second place at 5/1 and Medway at 8/1. And then, seriously, Tower Hamlets is the fourth favourite at 9/1?!? Surely Her Majesty has more wisdom, in her old age, than to bestow Jubilee honours on a second patch of inner city urban sprawl?

Dangleway update

2012-02-02T02:00:00.007Z

You'll be wanting an update, I'm sure, on latest progress towards the construction of the ArabFly Dangleway. In case you've forgotten, that's the cross-river cablecar which'll link a South London private entertainment venue to an East London private exhibition venue. The skyline connection which'll be of far greater interest to tourists than commuters. The sponsored aerial pod-link which the Mayor is part-funding from the public purse. That ArabFly Dangleway. How's it coming on? Rather well, since you ask.

ArabFly North Greenwich: The last time I was here, and had a cup of tea in the works canteen, there wasn't a lot to see. A pile of scaffolding rising from razed earth, with an upper deck picked out in timber, nothing more. Two months later, quite a change. The southern station is now clearly evident, with its upper platform supported by a thick central concrete block. The top level is long with one curved end, like a collapsed letter U. Tall white pillars stand ready to hold up a wall of glass, rising to further white latticework crossing the roof. And inside, or what will one day be inside, the system's machinery is mostly in place. At the riverward end it's already encased in plastic, but inshore the innards remain visible. It looks like the top shelf in a tyre showroom, with a collection of rubber wheels squished up in a curving line, ready to carry the various gondolas and their human contents as they swing round for embarkation [photo]. A few connecting staircases are evident, most for engineering use, one merely a ladder. And at the heart of it all a giant red wheel ready to rotate and move the cable around, if only there were a cable, which as yet there isn't [photo]. Plus, if all that weren't enough, a second building of similar size (but less interesting architecture) has appeared alongside. This is for the storage and maintenance of whichever of the 34 cabins aren't in motion across the river, and it too has an upper ringway of tightly-packed tyres. You won't be able to see much of any of this later, not from the outside, but for now the mechanics of the various interiors are plain to see. [photo]

South Main Tower: This is the big one, rising from the Thames off the Queen Elizabeth Pier. Or at least it will be the big one. It's not risen yet much further than water level, but a salvage platform stands guard by the site, piling complete, awaiting uplift. On the riverbank are two ginormous cranes, bowing towards each other and interlocked, or maybe it's one giant X-shaped crane looming high [photo]. Whatever, when the tower finally ascends, expect a spectacle.

North Main Tower: Across in Newham, the massive tower will rise from land not water. It's visible too, or at least the lowest cylinder of white metal is. Bolted securely to reclaimed industrial land, this first stage of pylon will support hundreds of thousands of sightseeing passovers during the cablecar's first year. It looks secure enough, so do try not to worry when you cross.

North Intermediate Tower: But this one's up and ready. It's the smallest of the three masts, designed to help lift skyward pods over the Royal Docks, but it still towers higher than anything else in the surrounding area. Elegant, twisted and thin, it rises to a narrow Y-shaped peak - a bit like a giant razor blade but where the blade's fallen off. Up top, all the necessary connecting shenanigans is already in place. Two arcs of wheels, over which each individual cablecar will joltingly pass. A gantry each side, presumably for maintenance, and not for use as a public escape route during the forthcoming disaster movie Dangleway Doom. And a balancing connecting bit, to support the whole thing high in the sky, as necessary. You might expect the view from up there to be stunning, and it might be, so long as you only look in certain directions. Look straight down in the immediate vicinity of the North Intermediate Tower and you'll see one of the ugliest landscapes that East London has to offer. The surrounding land is either industrial or post industrial. Open patches of earth await inward investment, should anybody ever care. High metal fences bar public access. Dock Road, running along the foot of the flyover, is home to wheelie bins, skips and minor commercial enterprises of the kind you'd normally hide beneath railway arches. Every so often a DLR train glides by, adding a welcome splash of colour [photo]. But, word of advice, don't look down, keep your eyes firmly fixed on the river, the Dome or the distant City skyscape.

ArabFly Royal Docks: The station on the northern side of the river is progressing a little slower than its southern counterpart. This station's different in that it's surrounded on three sides by water, built on a platform in the Royal Victoria Dock, so that'll have slowed things down a bit. Construction is ably assisted by the Haven SeaJack 3, a jack-up barge hired from Harwich, upon which a large crane has been positioned. All of the station's mechanics are nearly ready up top, exposed wheel-runners and all, but work has only just begun on the surrounding white cage. From the quayside it's easy to see the concrete station building underneath, with a selection of interior rooms and passages awaiting fit-out. Some of this will be a ticket office (see, I told you it was a tourist attraction), some will be steps for climbing to embarkation level, and some will be for the selling of coffee, pastries, and anything else that passengers can't be without for their five minute river-glide. The whole thing reminds me somehow of a giant hairdrier, or more likely a raygun lined up to fire across the Thames (precisely aimed at another raygun pointing back the opposite way). [photo]

The entire cablecar system should be ready during the summer, weather permitting, not that anybody's promising which side of the Olympics that'll be. And there'll be another brand new tourist attraction to see, should you fly in from North Greenwich, immediately after you exit the northside station...

The Crystal: This might not yet be on your radar, but a massive new spiky-shaped building is under construction at the western end of the Royal Victoria Dock [photo]. It's called the Crystal, and it's being built by German conglomerate Siemens to inspire and showcase "sustainable living choices". Inside, when it's finished, will be a major public exhibition, a 270-seat auditorium, and various other forward-looking facilities and technologies. The brochure describes this a "global knowledge hub that helps a diverse range of audiences learn and understand how we can all work to build better cities for ourselves and for future generations," which is the sort of language that reeks of tedious corporate worthiness, but I'd like to resist pre-judging the place before it opens in the summer. It's primed ready to attract Olympic crowds, those wandering ticketless around town with nothing better to do but swallow advertorial dressed up as education. And it's nearing completion, externally at least, like somebody dropped a huge new glass-panelled concert hall in the middle of nowheresville Newham. It'll be on your radar soon, The Crystal, trust me. And this July you might just ride from a mobile-sponsored Dome via an airline-sponsored cablecar to an engineering-sponsored sustainability exhibition. The future awaits.

DLR dumbdown

2012-02-01T07:00:00.010Z

They've updated the timetables on the DLR. They said they would, in a "simpler, easy to read format", and at the start of this week they did. And yes, as feared, dumbing down has indeed occurred. There's no longer any pretence that this is a timetable at all, apart from giving the times of the first and last trains each day (which are the least likely trains you'll ever catch). The interval between services is given as a vague range ("Trains run every 4-10 minutes"), but with no indication of which gap occurs at which time of the day and on which day of the week. Rather than revealing "Trains to Canary Wharf depart 0529 and then every ten minutes until 0039", which would be useful throughout the day, passengers at all stations are now lumbered with intermediate temporal woolliness. The much simplified map will be greatly appreciated, I'm sure, and shows clearly how long it takes to reach stations further down the line. But only stations accessible via direct trains are now included, and there's no pictorial hint that trains may not serve all destinations at all times. At stations with complicated service patterns, for example anywhere on the bifurcated line to Stratford International, a tiny easily-overlooked footnote is now the only clue that some services run peak hours, off-peak or weekends only. And rather than one poster per platform, each station now has a single timetable sheet listing services in both directions, which means ploughing through additional extraneous noise to find one-way information. To be fair, DLR timetables have been redesigned to look nigh exactly the same as those which grace tube platforms, and which Londoners have used with minimal moaning for the last few years. But on a railway like the DLR which runs regular services pretty much perfectly to time, usually at the same minutes past each hour, this latest development is unnecessarily bland. Simpler, agreed. Easier-to-read, partly. Massive over-simplification concealing potentially useful scheduling information from the travelling public, alas yes. Because this is the week when the DLR's passenger-facing scheduling information slipped behind a curtain, replaced by a very deliberate emphasis on live-running updates only. If you're connected, check in and confirm. And if not, hell, just turn up and wait.

The Count (2012)

2012-02-01T00:02:00.003Z

For nine consecutive Fe b r u a r i e s on diamond geezer I've kept myself busy by counting things. Ten different counts, to be precise, in a stats-tastic 28-day feature called The Count. You may therefore be delighted to hear that I intend to do exactly the same again this year. Or you may not, if you're a less numerate kind of person, in which case I'm sorry but that's how it is. This'll be the tenth February I've spent counting things so I have lots of thrilling historical data to compare the latest figures with, which I'll no doubt bore you all with at the end of the month. Here's my selected list of ten countables for February 2012.

Count 1: Number of visits to this blog (Feb 2011 total: 37200) (↑23% on 2010)
Count 2: Number of comments on this blog (Feb 2011 total: 558) (↑41%)
Count 3: Number of words I wrote on this blog (Feb 2011 total: 23120) (↑7%)
Count 4: How many hours each day I work/rest/play (Feb 2011: work 24%, not-work 76%)
Count 5: Number of nights I go out and am vaguely sociable (Feb 2011 total: 9) (↑125%)
Count 6: Number of bottles of Becks I drink (Feb 2011 total: 20) (↑567%)
Count 7: Number of cups of tea I drink (Feb 2011 total: 135) (↓1%)
Count 8: Number of trains I travel on (Feb 2011 total: 109) (↑31%)
Count 9: Number of escalators I walk up (Feb 2011 total: 35) (↑146%)
Count 10: The Mystery Count (Feb 2011 total: 0) (again)

Once again I'll be using an online website called Daytum to keep track of my counts. Daytum is a real-time graphic tracker which displays numbers in a pretty way. For the next 24 hours it'll be displaying last February's totals, but then I'll set everything back to zero and start reporting this year's counts from scratch. I intend to update my counts on Daytum at least once a day until the 28th of the month, and then I'll come back and tell you how my February went. Stalk away.

» The Count 2012

Get Ahead of the Games

2012-01-31T07:00:00.008Z

We've had the soft launches, the business alerts and undercover detail. Now London 2012 are firing all their PR bullets at the Great British public to encourage them to plan ahead for travel during the Olympics. If you live in York or Edinburgh you probably won't care. But for those who live/work near a Games venue, or are planning to travel to one, this stuff matters.

Sorry, what's that, you're bored already? No, really, this stuff is important, else how stupid are you going to look in the summer when your usual travel plans collapse? Although admittedly whether or not you can vary your working day may depend on the nature of your job and the foresight of your employer, not your willingness to adapt to change. And your travel plans might not yet be firmly enough established for any of this transport information to be of any use... at the moment. So is the new 2012 travel website any use for forward planning, or is it high level bluster? Let's see.

On the Get Ahead of the Games website, each individual geographical area gets its own section. Weymouth, Windsor, Coventry... they're all there... basic message "don't drive" and "maybe you should catch the shuttle bus". I'm travelling to an Olympic event outside London during the second week of the Games, and I've deduced that the GAOTG webpage isn't really aimed at me, it's for the good folk who live nearby and need to be warned about local disruption. There is impressively detailed visitor information on the ordinary London 2012 website, but nobody's thought to link directly to that - the good stuff is at least five clicks away.

But it's in London where the new GAOTG website attempts to shine a bright light on the effects of potential disruption. An interactive map shows how passenger hotspots will vary across the public transport network - a most useful spatial innovation - and a slider helps to see how impacts change from day to day. There's no information yet for the Torch Relay phase, nor the day of the Opening Ceremony, nor any of the Paralympics, so you can't plan ahead for any of that until later. But the big Olympic fortnight is supposedly fully covered.

What the interactive map makes very clear is that the Jubilee line will be best avoided. Big red circles announce "exceptionally busy" stations all the way from Bond Street to North Greenwich (and although Bermondsey and Southwark aren't marked red, I bet you'll never squeeze onto a train at either when one arrives). Other stations have been marked orange because they'll be "busier than usual", although not all stations that'll be busier than usual have been marked orange. For example Stratford International will most definitely be "busier than usual" during the Olympics, because it's pretty much dead usually, but that's not been marked orange. I suspect orange really means "significantly busier than normal, enough to cause delays", but the key doesn't say that. And then there are Wembley Park and Earl's Court, which must surely be "busier than usual" (with passenger delays) because they're adjacent to major Olympic venues, but they've not been marked orange either. This orange category of stations hasn't been appropriately named, or isn't yet complete, or probably both.

There's one last category in the key - some stations have been marked with red crosses because they'll have "restricted operations". Apparently the only station thus affected is Marble Arch, which'll be mostly exit only, although in reality several more stations will have more restrictive restrictions. Pudding Mill Lane will be closed outright, Cutty Sark will be closed sometimes, West Silvertown and Custom House will be exit only, etc etc. Indeed the interactive map so far has very limited information about the DLR, which isn't especially helpful given that it'll be sorely affected during the Games. And it has nothing on National Rail, not unless you look at the text way below the map, where there's no specific information at all. What we have here is an incomplete "hotspot" map based on only one mode of travel, plus some broader stuff underneath that the public may or may not notice.

The map also makes no attempt to reveal how demand will change during the course of each day, at least not in the surface detail. But click on the busy stations and a pop-up box reveals more timely information. Euston and King's Cross will be busiest in the morning peak, apparently, and mostly better later in the day. Bank will be overcrowded most of the time, so stay away. And Tower Gateway may look busy, but that's only between 5pm and 6pm each day, and at other times it's actually a recommended alternative to Bank. Overlook this level of detail and you might accidentally plan a route to avoid somewhere, based on simplistic generalisations, when in fact it was perfectly accessible after all. For more finely-tuned advice you need the specially-designed London 2012 Spectator Journey Planner... but is that linked from the new GAOTG website? No, only the normal TfL Journey Planner, which doesn't yet cover Summer 2012.

So that's Get Ahead of the Games. You'll be sick of its transport-related cajoling over the next six months, because promotional megabucks are lined up to be hurled its way. A whole platformful of politicians and Olympians lined up yesterday to help launch the site, and it should provide a welcome jolt for Londoners who haven't yet engaged with Games-related transport planning. It might even be comprehensive and accurate before July, let's hope.

The King's Army Parade

2012-01-30T00:10:00.013Z

363 years ago today, on a cold wintry morning, Parliament gathered in London to kill its King. A lengthy Civil War had divided the country, until on 30th January 1649 the defeated Charles I was led to his place of execution in Whitehall.

"This day his majesty was brought from St James, about 10 in the morning, walking on foot through the park, with a regiment of foot for his guard, with colours flying, drums beating, his private guard of partisans, with some of his gentlemen before, and some behind, bare-headed.
The king came upon the scaffold, noticed the great crowd of people, walked around the scaffold and looked earnestly at the block, asked if it could not be set higher, then spoke to those present on the scaffold. After which, the king stooping down, laid his head upon the block, and after a little pause, stretching forth his hands, the executioner at one blow severed his head from his body. Then his head was put in a coffin."

Though some were delighted, because it meant they could inflict a decade of joyless puritanism on the British people, others held a torch for the monarchy and awaited its restoration. King Charles II eventually swept back into power on a tide of national rejoicing, elevating his father to the position of Charles the Martyr. His statue still stands in Trafalgar Square, on a traffic island where once stood the original Charing Cross, and from which point all distances from London are officially measured. And it's here, every year on the last Sunday in January, that a wreath-laying ceremony kicks off a most unusual act of royal remembrance.

The English Civil War Society engage in a number of reenactments and displays annually, of which The King's Army Parade is their largest central London event. Only the Royalist divisions turn up - all the Parliamentarians either stay at home or dress in hi-vis tabards and act as stewards. Soldiers gather at the foot of The Mall in their 17th century finest, a few on horseback, most on foot. They sport a variety of costumes in matching coloured fabrics, mostly tunic and boots, plus headgear that ranges from broad-brimmed hats to metal helmets. Some carry pikes which they wield in formation like a display team [photo], others wave muskets or beat drums, but most are more ordinary footsoldiers or historical hangers-on. It has to be said that the majority of the King's Army are over the age any recruitment officer would normally accept, and several have waistlines that could never tackle an assault course. But the assembled gathering makes a marvellous historic spectacle, both for those who've come to spectate deliberately and bemused tourists who just happened to be passing.

At the designated signal they set off from St James's Palace, eight horsemen at the front, and each individual division following behind. They move at stately pace, which means it's quite easy to watch the entire parade walk by, walk briskly up to the front and then watch everyone pass by again. The soldiers are taking this very seriously, staring forward, obeying their commander's orders, while some of the floppy-hatted non-combatants chat occasionally or smile at a friend in the crowd. Before Admiralty Arch everyone turns right, ignoring the traffic lights, and then they file onto Horseguards Parade. The gathering used to be allowed through onto Whitehall, to stand outside the Banqueting Hall where Charles's execution took place. No longer, because that would disturb London's traffic, so instead everyone lines up out of the way on the gravel of Horseguards. Tourists scatter, then reassemble, intrigued to see what happens next. [photo]

It's not a historical reenactment, this, so no regal figure with a wispy beard gets sliced. Instead the King's Army assemble for a brief ceremony of remembrance, standing in a large rectangle around a commemorative wreath. It begins when Big Ben strikes twelve with a mournful pipe and drum, then the society's chaplain steps up and booms at the crowd. He introduces what's going on, then reads from a 17th century book of Common Prayer. He's mostly loud enough to hear, unlike some of those who step up afterwards to read citations and present long-service medals. They have to compete with the noise of tourists wandering across the gravel behind with pushchairs, or taking phonecalls, which isn't something that army generals used to have to worry about. But the assembled army hears and cheers on cue - "Huzzah! Huzzah!" - and the ceremony swiftly draws to a close. [photo]

Proceedings are rounded off with a final "God Save The King!", which is ironic really, because poor Charles was the the only British King that God completely abandoned. And then everyone troops off back to The Mall, horsemen first, footsoldiers behind, for a last salute of the King's Standard. Everyone that is except for three officers with one final task across the road. They pick up the commemorative wreath, which all departing participants have marched past, and carry it slowly through Horseguards' central low arch. There's heavy traffic to negotiate across Whitehall, and then (with a short speech) they hang the wreath from the metal railings outside the Banqueting House. The precise anniversary of Charles's execution will go unmarked this morning, but this leafy ring will bear witness to that frosty day many winters past when Parliament consented to bloody regicide.

» The English Civil War Society
» Banqueting House (admission £5, closed Sundays)
» Parliamentary podcast on the trial and execution of Charles I
» London Historians also visited yesterday (and took fine photos)
» Here's a short video of the 2010 parade
» Ian visited three years ago [photos]

Walk out to Winter

2012-01-29T00:01:00.005Z

WALK LONDON: Walk Out To Winter (Sat 28 & Sun 29 Jan)
Paved With Gold (1½ miles)

Three times a year, Walk London organise a weekend of walks across the capital. This is one of those weekends, with fifty perambulations up for grabs, each led by an expert guide, and each free of charge. Here's a report of the walk I went on yesterday...

Not a bad turnout, I thought. A hundred people turned up outside Sloane Square station yesterday morning, each keen to wander the streets of Belgravia and discover more about the rich folk who live(d) here. There being so many of us we were split into two tours, each under the tutelage of a separate leader. My half's guide was Stephanie, who used to be an elephant-keeper at London Zoo, and was therefore highly adept at keeping a large group of wanderers under control. She does this for a living, working for the excellent London Walks, and we were to follow a route that usually costs punters eight quid. Bargain.

We headed first for the Pimlico Road, home to an upmarket agglomeration of designer boutiques. When the moneyed classes of Belgravia fancy a new bathroom, or silver candlestick or floral print handbag, how fortunate that so many local businesses are falling over themselves to offer such services. Viscount Linley runs a bespoke furniture store at the foot of Passmore Street, not especially busy with punters, but then I guess it only takes one sale to rack up a hefty profit. Stephanie paused us in Bunhouse Place because here's where the original Chelsea buns were baked, and to point out the Peabody homes where many Victorian servants hereabouts rented an apartment. Workers often needed to live somewhere close to their masters, for example all those humble mews houses which now sell for a million plus, tucked round the back of the larger villas.

The famous residents and ex-residents came thick and fast. Mozart lived in Ebury Street, only for a brief stay, and only as a young child, but long enough for him to compose his first two symphonies. Round the corner, in Belgravia proper, Noel Coward was bombed out of his home and went to stay at the Savoy. That, said Stephanie once we reached Chester Square, is where Andrew Lloyd Webber now lives, a few doors down from Mary Shelley's old place. She wouldn't take us over to the townhouse at number seventy-something, the one with a 24 hour police guard on the doorstep, but yes, blimey, that's where Margaret Thatcher lives out her remaining days. Surprisingly close to Victoria station, her gaff, but tucked away in a secluded spot overlooking private gardens, and offering precious anonymity.

All of the houses in Belgravia are of a similar type, having been built at the same time, and still being under the control of the Grosvenor Estate. Four-or-five storey terraced townhouses, each redbrick underneath but plastered in stucco, and a requirement in the lease to paint the front every few years in the regulation magnolia. He's a tough landlord, the Duke of Westminster, but numerous super-rich foreign millionaires flock to buy his property and help to top up his personal fortune still further. When he's in town he lives in an apartment in Eaton Square, one of London's largest residential squares - broad and very long, and set around grand communal gardens. Meanwhile close by is the house where all the external scenes of the original Upstairs Downstairs were filmed - 165 Eaton Place in the series, but 65 in real life. [photo]

Where the identikit buildings stop, the Cadogan Estate begins. This is a bit nearer to Knightsbridge, a little busier with people, but still an insanely desirable place to live. A Bentley parked up beside a Range Rover beside a Mini, that's the sort of roadside combination that's normal here, and a personalised numberplate often de rigeur. We turned off down a narrow mews beside the Prince of Wales' dry cleaners to see the anonymousflat where Judy Garland committed suicide [photo]. And finally to the hotel where Oscar Wilde unwisely turned himself over to the police, and where mistress Lillie Langtry had rooms. Here Stephanie bade us farewell - I suspect thirty minutes short of the tour she normally provides, but then it was damned cold, and we'd paid her no more than thanks. The entire walk runs next on March 10th, should you be interested, because you get so much more out of a Belgravia stroll with an expert to guide you.

If you're interested in one of today's free walks, good luck. You'll have to dig your way through this user-unfriendly database, which lists each walk separately beneath a not-especially informative header. The Walk London website used to display these special walking weekends so much more practically, via an appropriately detailed one-page overview, but I can only assume the project has had its budget cut substantially so can no longer afford a bespoke coding solution. Anyway, I've dug around and can tell you that two thirds of the weekend's walks are merely short strolls in the heart of town, many of them repurposed Walk London walks. They'll be good, but if you fancy something longer and healthier then today's only options are Capital Ring section 12, the Thames round Richmond, a short trek across Epping Forest and half of the Regent's Canal. Walk out to winter - your mind and body will thank you for it.

Sofa, so good

2012-01-28T07:00:00.004Z

I'm writing this from my new sofa.

You won't know how exciting that is, not unless you're one of the six readers who've seen the old one.

My old sofa is a design aberration, a ghastly concoction of mostly-orange striped fabric. There are some brown lines in there too, for good measure, plus a colour that probably used to be white, but no longer is. The fabric looks like it was created in the 1970s, which is the last decade in which this particular combination of orange, tan and tangerine was deemed fashionable. You wouldn't have it in your house, not even on a pseudo-retro vibe.

My old sofa has a thin upholstered base, barely enough to lift a man off the floor. On top of that are a pair of limp cushions, all thin and weedy, encased in the same garish orange fabric as before. These don't attach anywhere, they merely drape feebly from the back of the seat, attached by a combination of friction and misplaced optimism. That's until gravity kicks in and they slump uncomfortably downward into a squished heap, leaving nothing to support my back.

My old sofa is bloody uncomfortable to sit on, and hideous to look at. That's not a great combination for any living room furniture set-up. I dimmed the fabric by covering it with a throw - still mostly orange, but rather more muted. But the uncomfortableness could only ever be hidden, not disguised. Sitting and watching anything on the telly, long-term, was never a truly relaxing experience. So why the hell did I put up with it for so long?

Ah, because my old sofa wasn't mine. My landlord must have bought it, because it was here when I arrived, and I've been lumbered with it in my living room ever since. When you rent somewhere you can't chuck out furniture just because you hate it, you have to put up with its hideousness for far longer than any owner occupier would. But nag enough, or moan occasionally, and a miraculous new dawn may one day occur. And yesterday, I'm delighted to say, was that day.

My new sofa isn't orange, not in any way. It's a very 21st century shade of dark grey... probably charcoal, I don't know, I didn't order it myself. It has proper cushions that are actually comfortable to sit on, and don't slide all over the place after you sit down. It has presence, and a bit of style, and doesn't look like it was picked up for a tenner from one of those dodgy second-hand furniture shops down a London backstreet. Blimey, I finally have a non-embarrassing sofa, one I won't need to apologise for should visitors arrive.

My new sofa has arms that are nearly flat, but not quite. I went to rest a drink on one earlier, hoping to take advantage of exciting new beverage-location options, but held back just in time before the instability caused liquid spillage. I'm still not quite sure how wipe-clean the fabric is, and would rather wait longer than a few hours to find out. I've already had to fish out a TV remote control from down the side of the seat cushions, in a gap I never used to have, although I'm fairly sure there are no coins lost down there yet. Give it time, and my sofa won't look quite so delivery-fresh as it does today.

I'm writing this from my new sofa. I'm stretched out from end to end, resting my back against a support which never used to be there, tapping away on a carefully positioned laptop. It's unbelievably comfortable, not in any objective way, but based purely on the difference between then and now. I might even be more likely to sit and watch the telly for longer, or relax with the paper, or even nod off, now I've entered my new sofa era.

I'm not entirely sure where my old sofa has gone. I'm hoping it was taken to be thrown away, because it has absolutely no redeeming features, and I'd hate to think any landlord was foisting it on some lesser undeserving tenant. But if you see my floppy orange-striped sofa down at the tip this weekend, do let me know. I never want to see the horrible thing again, but it'd be great to know that no other poor bugger ever will either.

Six months to go

2012-01-27T06:00:00.003Z

Olympic update
Six months to go

Six months! yadda yadda opening ceremony! yadda yadda security nightmare yadda yadda eyes of the world yadda yadda plucky British athlete with medal chances yadda yadda plucky British athlete with no chance in hell yadda yadda legacy legacy yadda yadda betting syndicate corruption yadda yadda official sponsors yadda yadda win tickets to the 100m final! yadda yadda peak fitness yadda yadda a landscape transformed yadda yadda but how many hospitals could we buy instead?

Six months! yadda yadda inspirational yadda yadda transport gridlock yadda yadda test event success yadda yadda business contingency planning yadda yadda Torch Relay! yadda yadda inspirational torchbearer stories yadda yadda bug-eyed mascot yadda yadda majestic aerial images yadda yadda I don't know anyone who got tickets to the athletics yadda yadda legacy legacy yadda yadda bloody VIP lanes holding up the traffic yadda yadda the excitement of pin-badge collecting

Six months! yadda yadda major arts festival yadda yadda clampdown on ambush marketing yadda yadda industrial killers sponsor stadium wrap yadda yadda mounting anticipation yadda yadda dirty bomb yadda yadda yadda yadda skyrocketing security budget yadda yadda legacy legacy yadda yadda striving for excellence yadda yadda spotlight on youth yadda yadda a fortnight of misery yadda yadda ooh, it's Tom Daley yadda yadda they're paying tube drivers how much?

Six months! yadda yadda ticketing fiasco yadda yadda bringing nations together yadda yadda we've not forgotten those allotments yadda yadda rendezvous Stratford yadda yadda drugs cheats yadda yadda brownfield regeneration yadda yadda I still wish Paris had got it yadda yadda daily exercise regime yadda yadda empty seats at the boccia yadda yadda enforced working from home yadda yadda legacy legacy yadda yadda they're all reserved for bigwigs and fatcats

Six months! yadda yadda hardly seems like six years yadda yadda transport meltdown yadda yadda banging the drum for Great Britain yadda yadda injury worries for prime medal hope yadda yadda riding roughshod over the local community yadda yadda ticket resale disaster yadda yadda iconic architecture yadda yadda brings no benefits to the North yadda yadda legacy legacy yadda yadda on time and under budget yadda yadda but is anybody actually interested in volleyball?

Six months! yadda yadda spirit of 1948 yadda yadda proud to accept only Visa yadda yadda inspirational Paralympic stories yadda yadda London's transport choked yadda yadda a once in a lifetime opportunity yadda yadda seriously, the Copper Box? yadda yadda twenty twelve yadda yadda legacy legacy yadda yadda it still looks like Lisa Simpson to me yadda yadda inspiring young people to take up sport yadda yadda I'm leaving the country when it starts yadda yadda bring it on!

Extending east

2012-01-26T00:10:00.026Z

The Mayoral Cycle Hire Scheme Sponsored By A Major High Street Bank is extending east.

The announcement came back in 2010, that the chunky-framed bikes would be appearing across Tower Hamlets, almost but not quite as far as the Olympic Park. Planning permission had to be applied for, way back last summer. And suddenly now, without fanfare, the first Expansion Area docking stations are up and running. If you don't believe me, check the map.

Installation happens slowly, then very fast. Let me take the Bow Church Cycle Hire docking station as an example. Back in November contractors came along and tweaked the pavement to impregnate it with metal connectors. Then they went away, leaving a flat wide pavement beside the segregated Cycle Superhighway. On Tuesday evening, still nothing. But by daybreak on Wednesday morning, a chunky black terminal had appeared, tall and proud. It's covered with maps of the local area and a list of fees, plus a backlit electronic keypad awaiting input. Almost ready, but yesterday morning the mechanics weren't yet operational... as announced by a temporary sign on the top and a total absence of anywhere to park a bike.

But by Wednesday evening, there were 39 places to park a bike. I was expecting more - the original planning application had requested 77 - but even half that total looks more than adequate already. A pristine row of 39 blue plastic bank adverts, jaws gaping, are waiting to accept their first docked two-wheeler. There are no bikes yet because the system's not quite ready to accept them. But that's not the case round the corner at the end of Bromley High Street. This is the closest docking station to the Olympic Park - entirely non-existent a few days ago, yet already fully operational according to TfL's online map. Indeed, as I write, the eastern half of Tower Hamlets already has four docking stations up and running.

Bromley High Street: 0 cycles available, 24 empty docking spaces
Lindfield Street,Poplar: 0 cycles available, 44 empty docking spaces
Lightermans Road: 0 cycles available, 57 empty docking spaces
Millharbour: 0 cycles available, 19 empty docking spaces

These four stations are so far from the existing Cycle Hire zone that it's no surprise they're currently empty. But as soon as somebody chances their luck and rides out this way (or as soon as the contractor delivers a first truckload), expect the Tower Hamlets Cycle Hire revolution to be underway.
Thursday pm update:: Ah, those four docking stations are installed but are not yet operational. Some overzealous soul added them to TfL's map prematurely. They've now been removed.

I can't say I'm itching to join up. I hear tales of broken keys, inappropriate fines and customer dissatisfaction, which doesn't inspire my participation. And then there's the perilous state of Bow's Cycle Superhighways - even those which haven't yet injured anybody - whose half-hearted lane-sharing gives me no confidence whatsoever to take to two wheels. Alas as a pedestrian at Bow Church, all that Barclays' cycle improvements have so far done is to shrink the pavement three times - once for CS2, further to accommodate a docking station, and imminently for laterally-positioned bikes.

I would bring you a photo of the new Bow Church docking station, except it was dark when I spotted it, so you'll have to imagine. Instead here are photos of where it's been placed, between the lamppost on the left and the lamppost on the right.

And a special hello to TfL's cycle-infrastructure contractors, should they be reading. Back in the summer when you added CS2, you attached an incorrect blue circular sign to each lamppost. The sign you fixed saying "Cycle Superhighway 2 on the left, pavement on the right", sorry, reality says otherwise. And the sign you fixed saying "pavement on the left, Cycle Superhighway 2 on the right", sorry, reality says otherwise. While you're in the area adding our docking station, maybe you could swap the two signs over? It'd be good to remove this particularly cretinous mix-up from Bow Road, before anybody else spots it. If you're not too busy. Many thanks.

Traffic Survey 12

2012-01-25T07:00:00.009Z

Traffic Survey, 1912
(total number of vehicles, 8am - 8pm, on a weekday in summer)

	Shooters Hill Road	Bow Bridge	Oxford Street	London Bridge
Trade vehicles (horse)	148	4380	2937	7412
Trade vehicles (motor)	37	246	219	272
Trams (electric)	-	930	-	-
Omnibuses (horse)	-	-	514	1277
Omnibuses (motor)	-	753	5140	2340
Cabs (horse)	1	1	198	653
Cabs (motor)	1	44	2777	2172
Carriages (horse)	30	95	256	199
Carriages (motor)	63	168	897	229
*Total passenger vehicles*	*280*	*6617*	*12910*	*14554*
*Proportion motor to horse*	*36%*	*32%*	*70%*	34%
Cycles (ordinary)	410	1696	2365	1649
Cycles (motor)	32	20	54	9
Barrows	13	324	396	1041
GRAND TOTAL	735	8657	15755	17523
date of survey	Fri 3 May	Wed 3 Jul	Thu 13 Jun	Mon 1 Jul

Source: London Statistics 1912–1913

Traffic Survey, 2012
(total number of vehicles, 8am - 8pm, on a weekday in summer)

	Shooters Hill Road	Bow Bridge	Oxford Street	London Bridge
Cars	queues	queues	0	lots
Vans	queues	queues	0	lots
Lorries	queues	queues	0	lots
Buses	queues	queues	queues	lots
Taxis	some	queues	queues	lots
Cycles (ordinary)	some	no thanks	some	lots
Cycles (motor)	some	0	0	some
Olympic VIPs (BMW)	lots	tons	0	0
GRAND TOTAL	v busy	gridlock	usual	ratrun
date of survey	Mon 6 Aug	Thu 9 Aug	Fri 27 Jul	Wed 1 Aug

Source: Pessimistic Speculation 2011-2012

Timetables

2012-01-24T07:00:00.012Z

Are timetables dumbing down, or are they becoming more accessible?

They used to look like this (which, for the London Overground, they still do).

Proper timetables, one column per train - a format you have to understand to be able to read. It's great for those of us who "get it", but beyond the complexity some can cope with. A tabular structure is useful when when routes are linear and departure times are fixed, allowing savvy customers to plan ahead via different options, and replan if circumstances change.

But the way timetables are going is like this.

London's transport network is complex, so best not trouble the passenger with unnecessary detail. Provide a start and finish time, then click to discover the route the computer has carefully selected. "Journey planning" doesn't allow you to think outside the box, merely to pick one of the travel options provided for you. Online this is the default option, for National Rail as well as TfL, even for routes with infrequent very simple timetables. We've become transport sheep, because it's simpler to spoonfeed us this way.

Or there's this.

This is the Saturday daytime timetable for number 96 buses leaving Bluewater. All buses are scheduled to leave at specific times, because this is the start of the route, and the bus company knows precisely when these departure times are. But this timing information is no longer passed on to the public, as it would have been in the old days. Instead we're told the approximate intervals between buses, and roughly how long it takes to get to places en route, because that'll do. Indeed this is no longer a timetable, merely a "don't worry, you won't have to wait long".

Which brings us to the DLR. Someone, somewhere, somehow, has allowed DLR timetables to become extraordinarily unnecessarily complex. A giant poster that's mostly white space. A map showing how long it takes to reach various stations in ridiculously tiny type. And various panels for different days of the week in different directions, if you can work out what's what. Go and look at Greenwich's DLR timetable if you want a typical example, or Blackwall for something with bifurcation complications. Instead let me offer you a slightly simplified version of Saturday's timetable for Bow Church southbound, which is fairly typical of much of the network.

The official DLR timetable template subdivides the day into three different timed categories (more on weekdays). On certain days at certain stations in certain directions this is relevant, but here it's not. The three-period structure is used simply "because that's how we do it", ensuring that DLR timetable layout isn't either easy to use or fully informative. Indeed, with services running precisely every ten minutes all day, Bow Church's timetable could be as simple as

0529 then every ten minutes until 0039

or even

All trains to Canary Wharf run at something-ty nine

There is good news for those who think DLR timetables have jumped the shark, which is that they're about to change.

"Following customer feedback a new timetable design poster has been developed. From 30 January these posters will provide information in a simpler, easy to read format."

That sounds very promising, maybe, unless simpler means "dumbed down", and easy to read means "devoid of all underlying information". The way timetables are going, aimed at mobile-friendly lowest common denominator, I have my doubts. But let's see what appears on the new DLR posters before passing judgement. And so long as the updated design directs me to Bow Church at "something-ty-nine", rather than "turn up and wait", I hope I'll be happy.

Brighton Pavilion

2012-01-23T07:00:00.005Z

Seaside postcard: Brighton Pavilion
Officially it's the Royal Pavilion, having been created as a seaside bolthole for the Prince Regent at the end of the 18th century. It's an astonishing building, bedecked with domes and minarets outside, and exquisite decor within. But it started out as a farmhouse, believe it or not, which became embroiled in the Georgian equivalent of Grand Designs. Prince George first rented this lowly property for liaisons with his beloved Mrs Fitzherbert, at a convenient distance from court in London. His architect then expanded the property to become the Marine Pavilion - a mere three rooms around a central rotunda - and this was expanded further during the Regency. Designer John Nash added additional rooms and flourishes, within and without, to create the Brighton icon we see today. But he scrimped a bit in creating an external illusion without much substance immediately underneath the roof, and the building's been a conservation nightmare ever since. Queen Victoria didn't care for it much either, especially when the railways brought daytrippers to what had previously been coastal seclusion, so sold the place off and nabbed many of its contents to help fill Buckingham Palace. And it's been in the ownership of the municipality of Brighton ever since.

Once a year they open the doors of the pavilion for free. This used to be for residents only, as the lady behind me in the queue kept repeating to her husband, gazing downcast at the number of visitors wanting to take a look inside. The queue stretched all the way round the "Conservation Area Keep Out" back as far as Brighton Museum, and apparently it didn't used to be that long in the good old days. I kept very quiet as an out-of-towner enjoying my good fortune, until a passing friend bowled over to say hello and somewhat blew my cover. If nothing else the enforced wait permitted those queuing to admire the pavilion's outer structure, all towers and frilly bits in an extreme Indian style. Whether the ornate spikes were deliberately seagull-proof, that's a matter of conjecture, but the roof remained bird-free while we watched. Forty-five minutes to reach the front, that's how long it took, and still the families and retired citizens of the borough continued to pile onto the back of the queue behind us.

I'd not been inside the Pavilion since the 1970s, and I'd forgotten quite how wow it is. I'd also forgotten that the interior isn't Indian at all, almost entirely Oriental, starting with the main corridor along the ground floor. Rich decor greens the visitor, all dark reds, golds and greens, with illustrated lamps dangling down to add to the Chinese illusion. But that was nothing compared to the Banqueting Room, at which the designer seemed to have hurled every opulent trick in the book. The huge dome is decorated with 3D plantain leaves, from which hangs a dragon, from which hangs a glittery chandelier so massive it'd no doubt kill you if it fell. The walls are tiled almost like snakeskin, while at the centre is the long dining table at which the Prince impressed his guests. His kitchens are nextdoor, top of the range in their day, still with copper pans of all kinds stacked waiting for use. He did love his food, did George, which explains why he ended up with a 55-inch waist and eventually died from excess fat on the heart.

The Music Room, at the opposite end of the building, is wow-er still. In an age before cinema and TV, the long dark evenings were perfect for musical entertainment, and here guests could stare in awe as well as listen. A snake still curls down the pillar beside the curtain, several lamps hang like water lilies from the domed ceiling, and stained glass panels shaped like eyes stare down from above. It's like all the excess from a dozen Chinese restaurants crammed into one imposing interior, whilst still retaining an optimum of taste. The Music Room also provided the first chairs on the way round, which permitted several of the more elderly visitors a chance to rest their legs before climbing the bamboo staircase to the first floor.

The King's apartments are upstairs, with one of those grand beds that needed steps to climb into. Queen Victoria's chambers are at the opposite end, not that she stayed here much, but her presence has allowed the curators to make a fuss of a few smaller rooms. All the furniture and various artefacts scattered throughout are numbered, for the benefit of those with a guidebook, although the labelling reminded me of an auction, or perhaps a rather grand tombola. In a sideroom are a few information panels recalling the Pavilion's lengthy story, especially the persistent water damage that's been a problem ever since George's day. And there's a tearoom, obviously, before the guided path leads out into the gift shop, obviously. It had been an overcrowded circuit, sharing each room with a shuffling mass of appreciative locals, which hadn't always made appreciation of each room easy. So I'd judge the spectacle as best enjoyed by paying £9.80 and coming round on a quieter day... which should be any day before same time next January. And prepare to go wow.

» Brighton Museum and Art Gallery: A short distance from the Pavilion, in a similarly domed building that used to be the stable block, that's where Brighton's town museum has its home. It's an eclectic mix, of both local and wider interest. Two galleries concentrate on Brighton, as you'd expect, one the public-facing tourist angle, the other more about the town itself and how it grew. There are two tiny rooms stuffed with Egyptology, very nicely presented, and a long gallery given over to a history of 20th century design (as if I hadn't seen enough collections of chairs at the Design Museum in London earlier). Upstairs there's art and a cafe, plus an intriguingly themed room of "performance"-related ephemera, which is almost a bit Pitt Rivers. If you ever do the Pavilion, don't skip the Museum.

» Hove Museum and Art Gallery: Forty minutes walk up the road, across the border into sophisticated Hove, a very different museum. From the outside an understated townhouse, and inside a cosier, homelier experience with a nod towards the younger members of the family. The toy collection is housed in the Wizard's Attic, which is beautifully atmospheric, and for older visitors there's a room full of very early flickery movies, local or otherwise. Several mums and dads had brought their offspring to see the Robot Invasion exhibition - two small rooms in which Sussex artist Chris McEwan is showcasing his collection of robots and space toys. They're delightful, all vintage tin and plastic, lined up in colourful cases... at least for the next few weeks.

4 photos: [crashing wave] [West Pier] [a Hove terrace] [robots!]

Design Museum

2012-01-22T07:00:00.007Z

Design Museum
Location: 28 Shad Thames, London SE1 2YD [map]
Open: 10am - 5:45pm (last entrance 5:15)
Admission: £11 (includes £1 optional donation)
brief summary: showcase for contemporary design
Website: designmuseum.org (& Twitter)
Time to set aside: about an hour

It's been years since I visited the Design Museum, or at least any floor higher than its excellent shop, so yesterday I went back and reacquainted myself with its contemporary collection. The far end of Shad Thames isn't somewhere you'd visit by mistake, not unless you're a tourist walking the South Bank east until it goes no further, in which case it's precisely the sort of place you'd end up. A converted banana warehouse in the shadow of Tower Bridge, revamped in Modernist style, opened for public display in 1989. The man behind the founding of the museum is Sir Terence Conran, who owns several of the restaurants hereabouts, and he's the subject of the main exhibition on the first floor.

Terence Conran (16 November 2011 – 4 March)
He's 80 now, which provides the excuse for a full scale retrospective of his works, his legacy and his influences. Young Terence's interest in design sprang from visiting an exhibition of austerity exports at the V&A in 1946, thinking I could do that, and slowly working his way up. Some of his earliest scribbles are on show, plus a variety of Fifties fabric designs of the kind your grandparents might have had had they been beyond trendy at the time. I settled down to watch a short 70s documentary about Sir T's work, filmed by Peter Greenaway no less, only for the room to be invaded by a pair of arty middle class parents and their offspring. Mother was semi-keen to watch the film, whereas the two young daughters only wanted was to sprawl all over the seating and scribble in their kiddie quiz leaflets. Both parents then attempted to use the mini-theatre as a kind of babysitter while they went off to look at some chairs, but soon had to return to remove their ill-behaved progeny, whose plaintive cries of "but I want to watch the film" could be heard from outside for several minutes afterwards. There were a heck of a lot of chairs to look at. From Conran's iconic 1960s wicker cone to later curvaceous leather curves, they provided an excellent opportunity to view his progression in style through the decades. A major section dealt with Habitat, the iconic High Street store which brought affordable design to the masses (I'm sure I recognised the cover of the 1974 catalogue from my parents magazine rack). Food also merited its own corner, combining utensils, crockery and Tezza's various high-dining restaurants. I lost interest slightly in the penultimate part, focusing on some sculptor bloke that Conran is promoting, then perked up rather at the recreation of his study complete with shelving units filled with hundreds of his actual books. Worth a look.

This is Design (24 August 2011 – 22 January) (i.e. until today!)
The top floor exhibition isn't always a hot ticket (I believe a roomful of shoes is threatened for later in the year). But this is a winner, an assemblage of design icons from a broad range of product categories, laid out to show creative progression. A whole wall of chairs, obviously, because chairs define design defines chairs, or something. A big chunk of anglepoise lamps, obviously, because this is a design museum and that's what they do. But also a few less obvious selections, like a brief history of powered fans (from swirly blades to Dyson hoops) and an entire calculator retrospective. The museum owns half a Mini, sliced lengthwise, so that's on display between a Vespa and a Moulton. And for lovers of graphic design there's a wall of road signs, Kinneir & Calvert style, including a full size motorway sign (blimey, full size is big) and the small scale mockups that Jock and Margaret used in their initial presentation to a sceptical Ministry of Transport. Nearby stands a red phone box, as you'd expect, but also a single UK traffic light, designed in the mid Sixties by David Mellor (not that David Mellor) and still ubiquitous today. The crowd looking around on Saturday seemed appreciative, in a respectfully middle class way, although I think I'd have fitted in better if I'd had a beard. Exhibition closes this afternoon, last chance to see.

It's hoped that even more of the Design Museum's collection will be on display from 2014, when the entire operation ups sticks from the South Bank and moves into new premises in Kensington. That'll be the old Commonwealth Institute, whose empty shell museum staff proudly showed off last Open House weekend, much to my delight. Best of all the new place will be three times larger than the old, which means they can get much more of their collection out of storage and there'll be much more to see. I'm still never convinced that there's enough to see in the current building, which is why I don't go more often. Two floors of exhibits is all you get, and whether that's value for money depends entirely on whether an interesting pair of exhibitions is scheduled.

Pedestrian Countdown

2012-01-21T07:00:00.004Z

Over the last year there's been a trial of Pedestrian Countdown signals at eight London road junctions. This is the Pedestrian Countdown at Traffic Signal Junctions road trial, or PCaTS for short. And it works like this...

Reduction in Green Man time to a standard 6 seconds (aligned to DfT guidance)
Increase in "Blackout" time (with a countdown timer)
Reduction in "All Red" time (to a standard 3 seconds, with a 2 second starting amber to traffic)
Increase in traffic green time (as a consequence of the above changes)

Green Man crossing time is reduced to the legal minimum. Countdown time is extended to compensate, but capped assuming a walking speed of approximately 1.2 m/s (2.7 mph) Cars can set off quicker, because it's easier to guarantee that pedestrians are off the crossing. And the main lights are green more often, which keeps the traffic moving for longer, which is what the Mayor and the motorist likes. At the Oxford Circus X-crossing the Extra Green Time for traffic is 61 seconds per hour, and at Finsbury Square 3 whole minutes.

To check it's not pedestrians being royally shafted, the report accompanying the trial has some reassuring statistics. At the eight sites involved, the proportion of Red Man Time during the trial was 81%, compared to 82% before, so that's a slight improvement. Less reassuringly the Average Maximum Wait Time increased at Holborn/Kingsway by 3 seconds and at Tower Bridge by 7, whereas at Oxford Circus it decreased by 9. Swings and roundabouts.

Yesterday TfL announced that the trial has been a big success, and so Pedestrian Countdown is to be rolled out at 200 further locations across the capital starting this summer. [map]

The result of the on-street trial concluded that Pedestrian Countdown:
Had a positive response from the public - 83 per cent of those surveyed said they liked Pedestrian Countdown
Reduced uncertainty so more informed crossing decisions can be made
Will smooth traffic flow
Has no negative effect on pedestrian safety

Having used the system a fair few times, I'm with the 83%. It's good to know when the traffic's about to start moving again, and to adjust my intentions to match. I'm fit enough to dash across the road even when the Countdown's ticking down 4...3...2...1... and were I no longer as mobile I'd appreciate knowing precisely whether I did have time to hobble across or not. So bring it on, even if initially it's only at a very restricted number of sites. Countdown is progressing.

If you like nerd-level transport statistics, graphs and tables, then you might appreciate reading the entire 39 page PCaTS report. If you don't have the time nor the inclination, here are ten potentially interesting facts gleaned from within.

» On average, before the trial, pedestrians faced 9 seconds of Green Man Time followed by 9 seconds of Blackout. On average, during the trial they faced 6 seconds of Green Man Time followed by 12 seconds of Countdown. Same total, differently proportioned.
» The average percentage of participants feeling safe increased across all sites from 73 to 91%.
» It was found that fewer pedestrians felt rushed with the package of measures installed. On average across all sites the percentage feeling rushed decreased from 39 to 23%.
» Irrespective of the type of crossing, the majority of pedestrians tended to cross as soon as possible after their arrival. Over 54% crossed within 5 seconds of arriving, 70% within 15 seconds and approximately 85% within 30 seconds, regardless of the pedestrian signals displayed.
» A large percentage of pedestrians started to cross whilst the Red Man was showing: on average 68%, consistent with pedestrians being unwilling to wait.
» With PCaTS, 33% of the pedestrians who sped up did so during the countdown: 12% did so in the first half of the Countdown and 21% in the second half.
» There were significantly more (up to 12%) pedestrians still on the crossing 6 seconds before traffic gained priority, and up to 9% more on the crossing at the start of the traffic red/amber (i.e. at -2 seconds). However, this difference then rapidly reduced until there was no difference between crossing types at the point when the traffic signals changed to green (i.e. at 0 seconds).
» There was some evidence that vehicles started to move forward slightly in advance of the green phase, in particular motorcycles and cyclists. This may be because they are able to use the Countdown displays as an indicator themselves.
» The PCaTS study was completed in May 2011, but it's taken until January 2012 to announce that the trial was a success and will be rolled out further.
» Of the 200 road junctions where PCaTS is being considered, there are none at all in Kingston-upon Thames, Ealing or Bexley, and only one or two in Hillingdon, Harrow, Richmond-on-Thames, Sutton, Barnet, Redbridge, Barking & Dagenham and Havering. The lion's share will be in Central London, especially Westminster and the City.

Bonus season

2012-01-20T07:00:00.009Z

I am the only person in the restaurant wearing a checked shirt. I thought I'd dress up a bit, no slobby jeans and casual top, but I fear I may have judged wrongly. I've come dressed for Shoreditch, but everyone else appears to have come straight from the City. Smart suits, power-blouses and shiny shoes are the order of the day, mostly in solemn black, so my semi-decent attempt at sartorial elegance looks very out of place.

BestMate reassures me that the restaurant was nigh empty the last time he was here. Not tonight. Every table, every sofa, every gap at the bar is taken, by a collective of bankingfolk continuing the business of the day. Even if the conversation's more informal than official, it'll oil the wheels of commerce when the markets reopen in the morning. I realise how fortunate I am that my job finishes when I leave the office. Many of these financial whizzkids are here out of obligation, not a desire to be sociable.

I'm wearing trainers, for heaven's sake. Fairly smart trainers, nothing I've previously walked down a muddy footpath, but nobody else in the building would have dreamed of turning up in anything less than leather. It's strange how a couple of miles, or even a few walls, can completely change the expectation of what punters inside a venue should be wearing. In E1 I'm sure I'd have got away with smart trainers and plaid. But the suits in Investment Country are no doubt thinking "who is that oik?", even if only surreptitiously.

We're dining out on one of the Evening Standard's special annual cut price restaurant offers. For a half-decent price we'll have a three course meal and a glass of champagne, probably for considerably less than then the party quaffing on oysters and fizz at the table alongside. It's bonus season in the City, which would explain the preponderance of post-office ladies and gentlemen splashing out some of their six figure windfall on booze or an epicurean blowout. I feel so utterly out of place standing at the bar, but the opportunity to people-watch is irresistible.

Cocktails... those'll help us fit in... so we both skim down the slimline menu of classics and house specials. I plump for a glass of ice with fruit juice and a kick, while BestMate ends up with much the same but in a differently shaped glass. I haven't eaten anything since lunch, so I'm very impressed when a micro-pot of mixed nuts appears on the counter beside us, whereas the top inch of my over-priced glass probably paid for the catering pack being slowly emptied in the corner of the bar.

We make an unspoken faux pas as we pay for our drinks, waving an actual banknote and handing it over the bar. Everyone else is on plastic, tapping in a few numbers at regular intervals, or piling up their credit for one final reckoning at the end of the evening. We get a single coin in change - one gets the feeling the staff don't deal with coins very often - but there's gratitude when we hand the coin straight back as a tip. When in doubt, pay twice.

That couple over there, he in the dark suit and her in the sophisticated dress, they're not husband and wife are they? He's all over her, increasingly so as more alcohol is consumed, while she gazes back with unspent wilful desire. It's the culture round here to work late at the office, but these two look like they'll be engaged in more than secretarial duties before the evening's out. Meanwhile the woman beside us is hunched up across two footstools, laptop open, furiously keeping in touch with her inbox via wifi. She has a very different night-time relationship with her manager, less physical, but still persistently intertwined.

A different career, a different set of priorities, and I could have been a financial whirlwind rounding off the day with a succession of celebratory glasses. Instead I'm the interloper here, ill-versed in share options and high yield bonds, marked out by my misplaced urban uniform. The waitress wanders over to invite us to our table, where the el cheapo menu is produced. We leave the dealers, the revellers and the canoodlers at the bar. The City, it's true, never sleeps.

Bow Roundabout - option 2

2012-01-19T07:00:00.017Z

Last week TfL announced they'd be making cycling-friendly improvements at the Bow Roundabout. Nothing too intrusive, they said, because they didn't want any "knock-on disruption" which would lead to "significant additional road queues on the east and westbound approaches". A couple of potential options have been proposed, each supposedly to aid cyclists' safe progress. Yesterday I looked at option 1. Today, let's look at option 2.

Reducing the Bow flyover from two traffic lanes to one in both directions, with new dedicated cycle lanes.

On the face of it, this sounds like a great idea. Allow cyclists safe passage across the Bow Flyover, and then they won't have to go anywhere near the killer Bow Roundabout. Indeed, it seems that's what the majority of cyclists do already. According to TfL, "Currently around 60 per cent of all cyclists that travel through the area use the flyover, which provides a straight line from Bow Road to Stratford High Street." That's a serious indictment of current cycling policy hereabouts. TfL and their friends at Barclays have spent thousands of pounds adding Cycle Superhighway infrastructure to the Bow Roundabout, yet most cyclists deliberately choose to completely avoid it.

There would seem to be plenty of room across the Bow Flyover to create a dedicated segregated cycle lane. Eastbound the two lanes of normal traffic could easily be cut to one - there are rarely sufficient vehicles to justify two lanes, and the narrowing might slow down speeding cars a bit. Westbound there's already only one lane of traffic, so shifting it across for a new cycle lane shouldn't be a problem. Some cyclists might be put off by the incline, but it's not that severe, merely atypical for contour-free east London. Still sounds like a great idea, But, alas, there is a majorly impractical problem at either end.

The Bow Flyover veers off from the right hand lane of traffic, whereas the existing cycle lanes run to the left. This means, for any cycling improvement to be truly safe, some means has to be found of linking the two together across all the intermediate lanes. And that's not easy, when TfL's express desire is not to hold up the flow of traffic for other road users. At the moment 60% of cyclists are negotiating this lane change by themselves, pulling out diagonally in front of cars and buses and lorries, and risking life and limb in the process. It looks bloody dangerous to me, watching from the pavement, and if the flyover is to be the new safe route then it can't continue.

Traffic signals could be installed at either end of the flyover to make access safer for cyclists.

TfL's proposal is for four additional sets of traffic lights, one at each end of each side of the flyover. They'd be toucan crossings that only work when a cyclist presses the button, which means no chance of sailing through without stopping. I'd imagine this'll be especially annoying when riding (wheeee!) down the far side of the flyover, speeding downhill and then having to stop at the bottom to change the lights. But that's not the really stupid thing. The really stupid thing is TfL claiming they want to avoid "significant additional road queues on the east and westbound approaches", and then installing four new sets of traffic lights.

If option 2 goes ahead, one of the new sets of traffic lights will be installed here on the eastbound approach to the flyover. Cyclists will get to wait at a new toucan crossing, roughly where the bike is painted, then ride out diagonally to reach the end of the flyover. Other traffic using the flyover won't be halted - the lights won't affect them. But buses, cars and lorries attempting to reach the roundabout will be halted, approximately 100 metres after the last traffic lights (pedestrian crossing, Bow Church) and approximately 150 metres before the next (traffic lights, Bow Roundabout). It may be unintentional, but this cycling improvement adds further delays for the motorist and bus passenger, possibly as bad as installing a special cycling phase at the roundabout proper.

On the far side of the flyover, the new set of traffic lights would be just beyond Marshgate Lane, which is the main entrance to the Olympic Park. It'll have to be designed in conjunction with the existing set of traffic lights, but that's not going to be in any way efficient and will result in slowing down all traffic. The third set of lights would be across on the westbound approach to the flyover, this time narrowing the carriageway to one lane rather than two, which won't help smooth the traffic flow either. And back over on the Bow side of the flyover, still westbound, would be the fourth and final set. Again, these would interrupt traffic flow 100 metres after the previous lights (Bow Roundabout) and 150 metres before the next (pedestrian crossing, Bow Church). In total there are already six sets of traffic lights in the half mile from the Bow Flyover to Bow Road station - this new scheme would add a seventh.

So that's option 2. A safely segregated ride over the flyover for cyclists. But also four new sets of traffic lights at either end to slow down the traffic. And still every possibility that cyclists won't opt to pause and push the button, but will instead continue to divert across the traffic to reach the flyover as 60% of them do now. Oh, and still absolutely bugger all to help us local pedestrians cross safely. Sorry, I'm still not impressed. Two substandard options, both falling short of accessible practicality, are no success at all.

» TfL consultation - Bow roundabout
» TfL press release- design proposals to further improve cycle safety at Bow roundabout
» Plan showing potential design for dedicated cycle lanes on Bow flyover

Bow Roundabout - option 1

2012-01-18T07:00:00.015Z

Last week TfL announced they'd be making cycling-friendly improvements at the Bow Roundabout. Lots of people applauded. But at the moment they're only "potential improvements", subject to public consultation, and there are a couple of different options up for grabs. Today, let's look at option 1.

A cycle 'early-start' phase at the traffic signals on the eastbound and westbound entrance to the Bow roundabout. This would provide a dedicated green light phase to allow cyclists to travel ahead of other traffic.

On the face of it, this sounds like a great idea. Allow cyclists onto the Bow roundabout a few seconds ahead of vehicular traffic, and then no driver turning left can accidentally run them over. Temporal segregation is to be achieved with the aid of an advanced-stop line and some extra traffic lights, the combination of which will give cyclists a proper head start. TfL have kindly provided a video to help you understand how the redesigned layout might work. But while you watch it, keep a careful eye on the phasing of the various traffic lights. And then see if you agree with me that perhaps this isn't an ideal solution after all.

Here's what happens at the revised roundabout junction if you're a car driver.
• If the main lights are red you stop at the stop line, just like you do now.
• If the main lights are green you continue onto the roundabout, just like you do now.
If you're a car driver, essentially, nothing changes.

Here's what happens at the revised roundabout junction if you're a cyclist.
• If the main lights are red then your light is green, so you pass through to the red light at the advanced stop line and wait there.
• If the main lights are green then your light is red, so you have to stop while everyone else drives onto the roundabout.
If you're a cyclist, you always hit a red light.

So the new arrangements are safer for cyclists, but also slower for cyclists. They'll be held back while traffic alongside is moving, and they'll also have to be held back for several seconds beforehand to prevent cars, lorries and buses catching up from behind. Waiting at this new backstop light is unlikely to be an attractive option. Will cyclists behave and hold back, or will they be tempted ahead, either by jumping the red light in the cycle lane or by deviating into the main flow of forward-flowing traffic alongside? I wouldn't like to second guess which approach the majority of cyclists at a newly designed junction would take, but I bet many will ignore the additional red phase and advance to the front anyway.

Additional dedicated cycle lanes on the east and westbound approaches of the roundabout, allowing cyclists to approach the advance stop lines at the junctions without the need to filter through traffic.

TfL are pushing this "additional cycle lane" as a positive improvement, whereas in fact it's an admission that the current eastbound Cycle Superhighway 2 is wholly inadequate. At the moment, you may remember, CS2 is nothing but a painted stripe along half of one lane of queueing traffic, which means cyclists can't reach the existing blue-painted box. I blogged about this six months ago, calling the existing Advanced Stop Line "an inaccessible white elephant" - essentially an inexpensive "oh that'll do" solution. It's taken two dead cyclists for TfL to propose something they really ought to have done in the first place - carving a safe cycle lane out of the wide-enough pavement to provide proper segregation. Better late than never, TfL, but no thanks to the cheapskate/cretin who sanctioned the original design.

But, however good it sounds, there is something dangerously stupid about this new cycle lane. Less than ten metres from the entrance to the new cycle lane, there's a bus stop. If the bus stop's empty, no problem, cyclists can ride straight through into the new indented cycle lane directly ahead. But this is a bus stop served by approximately fifty buses an hour, so cyclists are more than likely going to find their onward progress blocked. They'll have to swing out into the traffic, as now, in order to avoid the big red obstruction. But then they'll have less than ten metres to nip back in again to join the new cycle lane. That's cyclists moving to the left, while the bus in the bus stop will be pulling out to the right across precisely the same piece of road. I don't know about you, but that sounds very dangerous to me.

So that's option 1. An extra red light for cyclists to wait at. A potential new accident blackspot between the bus stop and the new cycle lane. No change to the roundabout itself, only to the approach. And still absolutely bugger all to help us local pedestrians cross safely. Sorry, not impressed. I wonder whether option 2 might be any better...

» TfL consultation - Bow roundabout
» TfL press release- design proposals to further improve cycle safety at Bow roundabout
» Two videos: birdseye view, cyclist view
» Plan showing potential design for a cycle 'early start' at Bow roundabout
» react ion from cyc lists

Random borough (32c)

2012-01-17T00:32:00.012Z

Random borough (32): Barnet (part 3)

Somewhere famous: Hampstead Garden Suburb
London's finest garden suburb lies north of Golders Green station, along the edge of the Finchley Road. Hampstead Garden Suburb isn't especially famous but, even if you've never heard of it, many of our richer celebrities know it well and have chosen to make it their home. Richard and Judy live here, and Martin Bell, and Katie Boyle, and the last king of Greece, and once Noel Edmonds and Peter Mandelson, but they've both left now. The Garden Suburb was the brainchild of Henrietta Barnett, a leading social reformer from a century ago, who bought up 250 acres of farmland to create a low density, tree-lined estate suitable for all classes. She'd got the idea from Ebenezer Howard's pioneering settlement at Letchworth, but her London version Henrietta would be purely residential, without any measure of industry to support the hyperlocal economy. Hernrietta's first action was to save the Hampstead Heath Extension from development, then in 1906 she appointed Raymond Unwin as her architect and the grand design began.

The first and finest architecture lay along the axes of Hampstead Way and Meadway [photo]. Nothing overly huge, just a surfeit of tasteful Arts and Crafts townhouses grouped so as not to become repetitive. There were no fences, only hedges, and angled gables that hinted at country dwellings. The entire estate is a pleasure to walk around, even today. The streets are wide, and the traffic is light (so long as you can dodge the occasional TfL red minibus). Jonathan Ross lives somewhere hereabouts, beneath a French mansard roof, and occasionally holds suburb-busting parties that annoy his neighbours. I saw no evidence of celebrities out on the streets, although there were rather more personalised numberplates parked up than one might normally expect. Even in midwinter, the hedges give the estate a green feel, which was part of the original plan. Enclosed to the north are two patches of woodland called Big Wood and Little Wood, the former large enough to be a secluded wildlife haven. My passage through its muddy paths disturbed robins and squirrels, though I was rather hoping for a close encounter with a dog-walking celeb. No such luck, not even an ordinary human, in this haven of peace.

But my very favourite spot was the square on the hill [photo]. On the Suburb's highest land Dame Henrietta placed "houses for worship and for learning", including an Institute for adult education and two churches. The former is now a girls' school named after its benefactor, but it's the parallel churches that most impress. They were designed by Sir Edwin Lutyens and are superficially similar, with his Anglican masterpiece now Grade I listed. St Jude's is long and high, in tile and brick, with a tapering spire atop a part-octagonal tower [photo]. For a mere parish church it's monumental, and visible across the open fourth side of the square from many miles away. For balance, across manicured grass, lies Lutyens' second triumph. The dome on the roof hints at a Roman Catholic influence, but no, this is a Nonconformist Free Church for the worshippers of NW11 [photo]. It's a salutary thought that had the estate been built 100, even 50 years later, its centrepiece would undoubtedly been a parade of shops... but thanks to Henrietta, thankfully not. Ironically, alas, her classless vision has been eclipsed by an upper-middle desirability, and celebrities are now more likely to move in than you or me.
by tube: Golders Green by minibus: H2, H3

Somewhere retail: Brent Cross
To think that Brent Cross was once the finest retail centre in London. It was the first stand-alone mall anywhere in the UK when it opened in 1976, but doesn't look anywhere near as alluring now, merely a giant shed alongside the North Circular Road. Arrive by car, once you've escaped the jams beneath the flyover, and you'll be fed into the dark multi-storey round the back of the site. Arrive by bus, after you've experienced various twists round the sinuous one-way system, and you'll be dumped at a bleak interchange alongside the delivery lorries. Arrive by tube, if you dare, and you'll face a grim ten minute walk through some of the most hostile concrete infrastructure in the capital. Around Brent Cross the road is king, and pedestrians are herded into gloomy underpasses or occasional footbridges to cross this über-urban environment [photo]. Even the River Brent, after which the area and shopping centre are named, has been demoted to an unattractive concrete culvert alongside the dual carriageway. Look carefully and you can see where '70s planners built steps down to the water's edge for the recreational delight of visitors. Such misplaced optimism. No recalcitrant shopper ventures this way now, and the artificial riverbank is strewn with litter. [photo]

Once inside the shopping centre, I was struck by how no-longer big it seems. Maybe I've been spoilt by the likes of Westfield, Lakeside and Bluewater, but Brent Cross's two-storey mall felt more like a medium-sized High Street in a box. From Fenwick to John Lewis, past the central atrium where some unfortunate salesman was attempting to flog vacuum cleaners, it's not so far. The mall up to Waitrose smelled of baked cookies, while the entrance to both department stores reeked of perfume. At the front of John Lewis I watched an elderly lady with a walking stick pulling her basket ever-so-slowly past the white-coated ladies and their bottles of sample spray. Once they'd have stopped her for a potential sale, but that was decades ago, and now they simply wished she'd pass by quicker. I scanned the Centre Guide for a record store, but in the section labelled "Music and Electrical" the only vaguely musical stores were Apple and the various mobile phone companies. Digital discs are already extinct at Brent Cross, and even the printed word is restricted to whatever WHSmith deigns to stock. But there are 40 different places to buy clothes, which still reels the punters in, attracted too by the promise of free parking (which is not a policy the council employs elsewhere).

There are major plans for redevelopment at Brent Cross, not only at the shopping centre but across 150 hectares of the surrounding neighbourhood. New shops will be built on the outdoor car parks and fresh connections made to nearby tube and rail stations [photo]. The River Brent will be revitalised, additional bridges over the North Circular will be constructed, and an attempt will be made to introduce a cafe-culture boulevard with multiplex cinema. Most importantly there'll be 7500 new homes (which, to put the project in perspective, is three times as many as in the Olympic Village). This is a very long term project, taking at least twenty years before the transformation is complete. But, standing in the Tesco/Toys'R'Us car park on Saturday afternoon, I couldn't imagine a better eyesore to wipe from the map and start again.
by tube: Brent Cross by bus: 102, 112, 142, 182, 186, 189, 210, 232, 266, 326, C11