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A little bit of housekeeping

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Hello kind reader! Just a quick note to say thank you for your support in making 853 the best weblog written by a slightly grouchy resident of Charlton, south-east London. (Well, maybe the second-best, anyway). It’s all barking at the moon without your considered responses.

Speaking of responses, I’ve introduced a comments policy, mainly because I’ve had to flex the moderation tools a little bit in the past week or so. Essentially, it’s don’t be rude, be nice, and don’t spam.

I’m also taking action to deal with a couple of sockpuppets – those who create multiple online identities. I don’t want to have to make all commenters register, so please, create one username, and stick with it – WordPress will reward you after a while by letting you skip the moderation process, and all will be happy. Don’t like it? Start your own blog, then.

I should point out that neither of the sockpuppets is a well-known Greenwich-based journalist who’s been accused of it – but one is somebody who’s used multiple names to personally attack that person. Yup, struck me as odd, too. Like I said – please, create one name, and stick with it. Thank you.

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30 June, 2009 at 11:09 am

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Glissendo at Cutty Sark Gardens

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Glissendo at Cutty Sark GardensAnother strange sight this weekend was musical act Glissendo cheering up a miserable (and rain-sodden) Cutty Sark Gardens with a mesmerising performance – think a brass band at a funeral crossed with a Daft Punk video – as part of the Greenwich and Docklands International Festival. I tend to find the festival publicity a bit off-putting, actually – it seems to have retreated over the years into promoting itself as a determinedly high-brow event, despite the fact most of its events provide pretty amazing spectacles for all to enjoy.

I remember a going to a circus event at Three Mills, Bromley-by-Bow in the early days of its current incarnation – an unlikely spot, but a brilliant night out. It doesn’t seem to leave Greenwich town centre or Canary Wharf much these days – a shame when there’s so much else going on nearby (like the Horn Fair in Charlton, or the open weekend at Trinity Buoy Wharf) that it could tie in with. If its tentacles could reach that little bit further out into the community, you could have a truly amazing event on your hands and deepen its appeal a little – although obviously someone’s got to pay for all this stuff since it’s free, so it’s understandable that it spends its money on what it knows and does best.

My gripes aside, though, it’s drawn huge crowds – I got stuck in one on Saturday night, and nobody thought to ask the Docklands Light Railway or Southeastern (itself hobbled after the storm knocked out signals in distant Kent) to put extra trains on. D’oh!

Glissendo at Cutty Sark Gardens
Glissendo at Cutty Sark Gardens
Glissendo at Cutty Sark Gardens
Performed by French art group Le Snob, Glissendo features men wearing skirts, on wheels, playing musical instruments. With fire on their heads. And a female ringleader who spreads some more fire around the place. Apparently I missed them perform a Led Zeppelin cover.

As for the rest of it, it has to be seen – and heard – to be believed…

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29 June, 2009 at 2:08 pm

Charlton’s Horn Fair parade revived

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Charlton Horn Fayre
Hailstorms and cloudbursts aside, it was a good weekend for getting out and about in London’s glorious south east. One of the quirkiest events was on my door step – the revived Horn Fair parade from Rotherhithe to Charlton. The fair itself (or Horn Fayre, as Greenwich Council insists on calling it now, despite it being held on Hornfair Road) is a modern-day successor to the traditional Horn Fair, banned by the Victorians for being too boozy and saluburious. These days it’s a much more sedate village fete, although the closeness of the beer tent to a set of stocks hints at a livier history. That said, it’s a fine way of passing an afternoon, and seeing dogs jump through flaming hoops just never gets boring. It was the first time I’d made it up there, despite living on its doorstep for nearly a decade. It’s one of those events that’s quite easy to miss.

But one aspect of the festival that hadn’t been revived until now was a parade from Cuckold’s Point, Rotherhithe to Charlton, which, in its day, took hundreds of revellers from the Thames and up to Charlton. But it has been revived by a group called Rediscovered Urban Rituals, which has also given new life to the Deptford Jack In The Green festival. So, yesterday morning, the parade kicked off by the Hilton hotel on the Rotherhithe peninsula, and moved through Deptford, stopping for lunch at the Dog and Bell, and paraded through Greenwich before coming up the hill to Charlton Park. They certainly caused a stir, and definitely breathed a bit of a life into the event; reconnecting the event with its neighbouring communities as well as its past, even if the MC at the event didn’t quite know what to make of it.

Ian Visits was at the start, and has some more of the Horn Fair’s history.

Charlton Horn Fayre
Charlton Horn Fayre

The Horn Fair was also used by Greenwich Council as one of its showcases for what it does, and also as one of its substitutes for actually talking to people; a smattering of local councillors (only one out of the three Charlton councillors showed, the same for neighbouring Kidbrooke with Hornfair) and other council types dotted around to talk about issues/ take the flak.

Speak your brains

It also saw the return of the famous “speak your brains” board; where residents can put up suggestions so they can be roundly ignored. Among the pleas for more street cleaning, sorting out rubbish collection and better policing included “more police on Hallowe’en night,” “gay pride”, “CCTV to help teenagers’ anti-social behaviour” in Kidbrooke, and the statement that “terrorising the police” was the way forward. Wonderful work.

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29 June, 2009 at 12:39 pm

Michael Jackson’s Dome memorial

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Michael Jackson Dome memorial
A small memorial to Michael Jackson has appeared outside the Dome, where he was due to play 50 dates starting next month. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if the O2′s bosses’ minds were really on the thumping great loss of income they’ve got to face up to this summer – and the fiddly business of refunding hundreds of thousands of ticketholders.
Michael Jackson Dome memorial
It looks a bit incongruous out on windy Peninsula Square – and will it grow, or will it be quietly removed? It’s an odd sight, but it is a reminder of a summer that now never will be.
Michael Jackson Dome memorial

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29 June, 2009 at 1:47 am

Remember the time

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So, where was I when I heard, then? On the 11.40 train home from a night in a Soho pub, checking my phone for amusement, reading a few Twitter messages about hospital (“blah blah blah”), about cardiac arrest (“oh…”) and then finally, the passing of Michael Jackson.

Weirdly, I’d seen an old colleague from my past job as an entertainment news journalist earlier that evening – turns out I left three months short of the biggest story in the genre since John Lennon’s murder in 1980.

The striking thing I notice is the lack of shock – I remember during his child abuse trial being prepared just in case he didn’t make it through; and he’d been in terrible health for years. Eight years ago I stood outside the Oxford Union in the rain waiting for him to address the students there – a slight figure, bathed in lights, moving slowly through the courtyard. Even then, it was barely possible to associate this almost other-worldly figure with the consummate performer I remembered from growing up. Earlier this year, up at the Dome, things seemed no different; but I remember – watching on a TV screen this time – how he seemed to spring to life when he danced a little for his fans.

But this is a tragedy felt across the generations – while he was the same age as Prince and Madonna, his emergence as a child star guaranteed him a wider appeal. And while celebrity deaths are often a chance to sit back and remember great talent and fond memories, in Michael Jackson’s case it was never going to be so simple.

It was no way and no age for a man to go – for news of his death to be broken by the horrifyingly unprincipled (even by UK red-top standards) TMZ.com just seemed to show how far he’d fallen. Once the mesmerising frontman of a slick, lean marketing and production machine – one gloriously, and rightly upstaged by Jarvis Cocker in 1996 – he’d been reduced to hiding out in the Middle East, chopping and changing managers and representatives, and finally reduced to an uncertain appearance at the Dome, the “secrets” leaking out of his team like a sieve, where his convoy even managed to get stuck in a traffic jam on the way there. A long way from the man who once floated a statue of himself down the Thames. Sure, Jackson needed the money, but nobody really expected the “will he, won’t he” game to end like this, did they? Perhaps that might end up in a court room. The aftermath of his death could be even more undignified than his messy passing.

There’s going to be a lot of cobblers spoken today – I’m keeping the tennis on here, for fear of seeing Uri Geller on my TV – and in the coming weeks. But that said, there is an element of truth in the “it’s a bit like Diana” cliche – like the late princess, many of Jackson’s fans were troubled souls who found something to identify with in their haunted hero. The passion and enthusiasm of his fans always struck me as something special.

Yes, some of them were plainly bonkers. But that was never a crime. You know a way to win them over? Don’t ever call him Jacko. They saw a hurt human being where we just saw a soap opera. They were right.

Did he get a little bit too close to his legion of young friends? It doesn’t seem to have done their parents any harm. It definitely won’t do them any harm now he’s gone, and the market for “Jesus juice” stories will shortly show an upturn. He was found not guilty in a court of law, and that is the judgement we should abide by. Sadly, though the villain of the piece is still with us – Joe Jackson, the father that whipped, beat and bullied his children. He lives to enjoy the riches of Michael Jackson’s talents. It doesn’t seem that Michael Jackson himself ever enjoyed his riches. Hopefully, he is at peace now.

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26 June, 2009 at 1:51 pm

Hands off our marathon, Branson

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London Marathon 2008

The Evening Standard might have changed ownership, but its hatred of south-east London continues. Today’s paper puffs up Richard Branson’s latest wheeze – to change the route of the London Marathon. It seems we’re not good enough down here for Branson, whose Virgin brand takes on the race’s sponsorship from next April.

Speaking exclusively to the Standard, Sir Richard, who plans to run the Marathon for the first time next year, acknowledged that the current 26-mile, 385-yard route does not showcase London at its best.

He said: “I would like readers of the Standard to come up with a better route. We’re very open to ideas.” The change is one of a package of measures being considered to make next year’s race on 25 April “more fun and glamorous”.

Trouble is, anyone with who’s actually familiar with the capital will be well aware that you simply cannot make a 26-mile route through London “more fun and glamorous” without including some less sparkly bits. The current route, little altered since 1981, starts at Blackheath, runs through Charlton, then turns back at Woolwich, back through Charlton, Greenwich, Deptford, Rotherhithe, Bermondsey, Tower Bridge, loops through Wapping, Poplar and the Isle of Dogs before hugging the Thames through the City and Westminster, ending either at The Mall or Westminster Bridge.

Trafalgar RoadIn fact, if anything, the course – designed to minimise road closures, particularly on the Thames bridges – was actually originally designed to show off some of London’s great landmarks.

Described as “magnificent” by its founder Chris Brasher, who died in 2003, the course was commended by the tourist board for passing the Cutty Sark, Tower Bridge, St Paul’s, the riverside, Big Ben and Buckingham Palace. In fact, the route’s got more glitzy over the years anyway – the first marathon followed the closure of the east London docks, and much of the route was then an industrial wasteland. Now it passes through capitalism’s shiniest monuments, alongside historic landmarks and ordinary homes. Add the London Eye, Millennium Bridge and Tate Modern to the new sights over the past three decades, and you’ve managed the majority of “must see” sights you’d persuade a tourist to visit.

But the Standard’s consumer business editor (eh?) Jonathan Prynn writes: “The marathon begins in Blackheath and ends in The Mall, but for 24 miles runners are forced to pound the streets of east London [sic] where crowds are often thin and “sights” few and far between.

“Only small sections of the course are by the river or in parks and apart from Buckingham Palace, little of “tourist London” is seen by the runners.”

So, clearly, the problem is us. Blackheath, Greenwich, Charlton, Deptford, Woolwich, Rotherhithe and Bermondsey clearly are not good enough for Richard Branson. And are not good enough for the Evening Standard, either. “This newspaper takes a fundamentally optimistic view of life, of London and Londoners,” says editor Geordie Greig. Clearly not when it comes to south-east London, though.

For me, it’s one of the highlights of the year, a terrific community event which gets people out and enjoying themselves. It’s a great booster for local businesses; pubs are packed out at 11am, shops and cafes do healthy trade and the whole place smells of sweat and bacon sandwiches for a morning. It’s a real people’s occasion – something which marks it out from, say, the Lord Mayor’s Show or Trooping The Colour.

It’s mostly ordinary runners, passing the homes of ordinary people (and often, their own homes). For visitors, the race is also relatively easy to follow by public transport, with both local rail and Docklands Light Railway following the route – both offering unique views of the race you can’t get by Tube.

I don’t know if anyone wants to make Jonathan Prynn read an A-Z, but only small sections of London road are by the Thames – a marathon that used, say, Chelsea Embankment would still end up having to go through drab streets once Cheyne Walk swings away to Earl’s Court. And parkland doesn’t make for good TV viewing – or a decent atmosphere, as campaigners who’ve wanted to keep the Notting Hill Carnival in W11 will testify.

Maybe that’s where Branson wants the route to run – Notting Hill, the heartland of the Standard’s imagined readership and the tycoon’s old stamping ground. But you’d only end up swapping, say, Woolwich (with its distinctive barracks) for Shepherd’s Bush (with its Westfield shopping centre), and how would West End stores feel about losing a day’s trade because nobody can cross the road? Branson hasn’t thought it through properly – and nor has the Standard, which should know better than to jump on this with such glee. Clearly, though, the paper hasn’t changed its spots since the takeover, despite what its editor says.

Like many of Branson’s schemes, hopefully this will die a quiet death. As for the Standard, I suspect that fate is due anyway once its new owner’s money runs out. Time for another round of ‘Sorry’ billboards, Geordie?

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23 June, 2009 at 12:45 pm

Death at the flyover – five weeks on

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Ghost bike, five weeks on
Ghost bike, five weeks on
It’s been over five weeks since cyclist Adrianna Skrzypiec died in a collision with a lorry underneath the Woolwich Road flyover in Greenwich. The ghost bike memorial, placed there by members of Greenwich Cyclists, remains.

The yellow police board went long ago, and by Tuesday morning nobody had yet been arrested in connection with Adrianna’s death. However, Scotland Yard says the investigation is progressing, and is still very much active.

I revisted the scene on Monday because I’d noticed something else had appeared since the last time I’d looked closely at the scene – a clutch of brand new warning signs for drivers; a couple hastily attached to lamp-posts, another on a long-disused sign pole. It looks like these appeared as a response to the tragedy; one of those sops that bureaucrats come up with to make it look like they’re doing something, anything to look like they’ve taken notice of this appalling event.

The ghost bike is a more striking reminder of drivers’ responsibilities to watch where they’re going – but what will happen when the bike is gone? I’ve a feeling these hastily put-up signs may not be enough – maybe something slightly more distinctive and unique to the junction would grab drivers’ attention; for these partly look as if they’ve been switched around the wrong way by pranksters. Even just a yellow background with some lettering below, something to make them stand out a little amid what’s already a forest of signs. I’m not sure whether this is Greenwich Council or Transport for London’s job – but I hope they’re working on it.

Too little, too late?
Too little, too late?

Especially when you don’t know, or have never met someone, it feels awful to hope that “some good” can some from someone’s untimely passing. But the Woolwich Road flyover has never been a good one for cyclists. It’s not even a pleasant one for pedestrians, either. When I was taking those photos at the start of Monday’s evening rush hour, I was struck by the number of cyclists using the footpaths rather than risking the road.

It’s an awkwardly-shaped junction – not originally intended to be a roundabout either (until about 1980 it was a complicated, traffic light-controlled affair) so it’s packed into a small space, a legacy of a time when the car was king, when the A102 was part of a grand plan to build motorways across London. There’s little room for big changes.

Adrianna Skrzypiec’s death touched many in and around Greenwich who never knew her, but were horrified by what happened. But if something can be done to make cyclists’ lives easier here, to give them a bit of space or to make drivers more aware of them; it would at least reduce the chances of this tragedy being repeated. Hopefully, the agencies in charge of this flyover are up to the challenge.

Ghost bike, five weeks on

Anyone with any information on the incident is asked to contact Catford Traffic Garage on 020 8285 1574.

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23 June, 2009 at 10:45 am


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