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vale of health

Roughly translated as a few London street names that have taken my fancy over the past few years.  Inspired by a punter who wanted to go The Vale of Health in Hampstead yesterday, it jogged my memory that I had wanted to write about some of the stranger and more interesting street names in London.  But so precious is my time now that I’m such a media whore, I am going to start the ball rolling today and then hope that you, my adoring public, will rise to the challenge and let me know your favourite LONDON road names.  If it takes off, I may even give the directory it’s own page on this site, a rare honour.

So I’m going to start you all off with 10, in no particular order, apart from the one at the top of my list and the reason for my intro de Francais;

Petty France, SW1 – presumably derived from “Petite France” but someone else will have to fill quite why it’s called that.

Vale of Health, NW3 – now, here was a nice Twitter moment (groans all round from non Twitter users and BM who thinks Twitter is for narcissists – moi??), after tweeting that I’d done a job to the Vale of Health, one of my cabbie colleagues gave me the following information about it; “name was changed to disguise the fact that this was once a swampland and tanning pit and quite unsavoury till redeveloped”.  There, a cabbie told you, so it must be true.

Newington Butts & Newington Causeway – both quite grand sounding but sadly just part of the concrete jungle that is the Elephant & Castle traffic system.

Snowsfields, SE1 – Close to the entrance to Guy’s Hospital, a really evocative street name I’d say.

Fleur de Lis Street, E1 – another French influence, another very evocative name.

All quite close together in EC3, I can give you; Mincing Lane, sorry but it makes me think of Dick Emery every time I go down it, Seething Lane, Crutched Friars, Rood Lane and last but by no means least, London Street which just got the nod over England’s Lane for sheer arrogance, believing it can speak for the whole city.  London Street is, however, such a disappointment, being part of the one way system that takes you past the front entrance to Fenchurch Street Station.  But I’d love my address to be No. 1 London Street.  Wouldn’t you?

London loves….

band…..the way people just fall apart……..

Oh my, Friday 3rd July 2009 was some day. A day when I stepped out of my comfort zone and lived to tell the tale. Regular readers of this blog may have picked up on my propensity for over excitement and hyperbole when I talk about London. Well this post has the potential for people to think the same about how I view, and write about, myself. It’s difficult not to show a bit of yourself when you keep a blog. But my focus has always tried to be about stuff, and things, and other people. But my week, and more importantly my day on Friday, have had a potentially profound effect on me. Really. Much as I enjoyed Blur, and they were fantastic, it has precious little to do with them either. This is all about me, me, me and what I did. I’m breaking one of my personal rules and going all self aware and, possibly, a bit self-important on you all. I’ll apologize in advance, you can all start hating me now.

Back in the great Britpop war I was always on the side of Blur. Oasis, to me, were always a bit provincial and Blur had that metropolitan style and not a small amount of substance to back up the air of arrogance. Come on people, Oasis had one and half decent albums then fell off a cliff into Status Quo-esque parody and cliche after cliche. Blur produced one album that truly tapped into a generation (Parklife), then followed it with work that at least showed signs of progression and many moments of true quality. And I haven’t even mentioned the first 2 albums which also contain some great pop moments. Their comeback had sort of passed me by though. I had a similar problem with The Specials this year, did I really want to see these old men be a shadow of their former selves? I thought that I didn’t. But as the gigs got nearer, I was getting 2nd thoughts. Lots of people I knew were talking about going, Twitter was talking about it big time, I even let myself watch a bit of the Glasto coverage. And they didn’t look that different, Damon was back to being THAT Damon, Alex is, er, Alex and Mr Coxon has grown up into Graham Coxon Superstar. Poor old Dave just really gets ignored doesn’t he? But then he always was.

And, after my usual waffling, we get to the main event – last Friday. And what I’m going to talk about isn’t much to do with the gig, it’s really about how I ended up being there and what I also did that day. Writing this blog has lead me down paths I didn’t even know existed. It now appears that it’s starting to change me in ways that I didn’t know I could change. Hopefully, these changes will be for the better, but then I’m not the one to judge that. Those that know me well will soon pull me up if I show signs of over confidence or too much self importance. Having made the decision that I should go I then had to get a ticket, I Tweeted, I Gumtreed, I tried sister-in-law who once shared a house with Dave Rowntree. But nothing quite came off. And while I was doing this, my cab had a fit on Monday and was off the road for a couple of days, I was helping launch @tweetalondoncab (see my last post), I met @paul_clarke to chew the fat on a few ideas and I also did a two hour film shoot with the BBC for a Ukranian TV show. Blimey. If BEM is reading this, I know he isn’t going to believe I could be quite so energetic and pro-active. Then on Friday, still without a ticket for Blur, I took a deep breath and headed for the Tuttle Club, something I really would never have done even a few months ago. But I went, talked to a few people and really enjoyed myself. Finally finding out that my Gumtree contact was basically touting his spare ticket I decided that I’d go anyway and get one from a bone fide tout. And just to clarify, I was going to attend this event with none of my regular mates. I knew a few Twitter contacts were going and was hoping to meet as many of them as possible, but once again I would never previously have thought of heading for something like this without the safety net of a couple of “regular” friends. But head off I did, and tried to play my confident Londoner card with the tout, after returning the ticket he gave me that was for Thursday 2nd July, they eventually supplied me with a “charity” ticket that had clearly been some sort of freebie. But after being sent to every single entrance around the perimeter, I eventually got in (having to make a £10 charity donation in the process) but was rewarded with a guest wristband. And once I was in, I waited to make contact with anyone I might possibly know who was already there. And here’s the real nub of what I’m trying to say, I waited ON MY OWN, had a few drinks in the bar where nice waitresses will bring you more beer when you need it, and thoroughly enjoyed myself.  I ended up sharing a table WITH STRANGERS and even TALKED TO THOSE STRANGERS.  And what could have been better?  Not much from where I was sitting, & TALKING TO STRANGERS.  What I hadn’t factored in was my phones useless battery and the fact that thousands of people being so close, means minimal phone & data connections. But I managed to hook up with @Britt_W, her lovely daughter Mirjam and Mirjam’s boyfriend. And a good night was had by all. Blur rocked, played exactly the right songs, in pretty much exactly the right order and I even got a cab home. I’ll pass over the fact that he was a very miserable cabbie.

After all that excitement in one week, what I have I learned? Well, Blur are ace, I should go to more gigs, I can talk to all sorts of people about all sorts of things, I can say “yes I enjoyed it” in Ukranian. But more than anything, I learned to do stuff on my own. Not be on my own, not all the time anyway, but be prepared to go a little bit out on a limb and get outside of my comfort zone. It seems that doing that makes you feel a bit better about yourself.

ps, I’ve also bought tickets for The Specials in November. They’d better be bloody good.

firstjob

It’s a not every day you can paraphrase Duncan Norvelle is it?  But when you run your own blog there are times when you just want to stick two fingers up to the world, and there’s no better way of doing that than invoking a bit of Norvelle.

Those of you that do follow me on Twitter should have seen on Friday that there were more than one mentions in my stream of @tweetalondoncab, which I’ve helped @londontaximan take from his original idea to reality and  a launch of the service on Friday.  The full details of what  tweetalondoncab is all about are  here if you click, needless to say it sort of does what it says; send a tweet to book a cab. It’s very early days, and we have only completed a couple of jobs using the service, but we’ve proved it can work and once we make more people aware of what it’s all about we can start getting some regular users.  I was at Tuttle when we launched tweetalondoncab, a sort of drop-in centre for roaming social media types, and ended up having some really interesting chats about the potential of an idea like tweetalondoncab.  Initially viewed by us, the cabbies, as a one way service where people just send a request that we respond to, the brains at Tuttle quickly saw the greater potential that could happen here. (WARNING; to those not disposed to Twitter, look away now)  Rather than it being a one way service, how about if all the people that follow @tweetalondoncab looked out for any requests that might get them home?  So if someone in a bar in Mayfair requests a booking for 11pm to go to Tooting, all followers of tweetalondoncab can see that request, and if someone who is also in Mayfair lives near Tooting, they might could contact the person who requested the cab to see if they wouldn’t mind sharing.  Then the request could turn into a  Tooting via Wandsworth, the driver gets a better fare and the punters get to reduce the cost of getting home.  If we could get that side of it going as well, that really would be something pretty (and I make no apology for the word I’m about to use) cool.  And then there’s the holy grail of cab driving; a job to take you home.  Rarely acheived in my experience, but tweetalondoncab might be able to help with that too.  When a driver is ready to go home, there’s nothing to stop him putting a message out saying that he’s soon heading north/south/east or west and is there anyone looking for a cab in that direction?  All this is further down the line, we still need to get a head of steam up with ‘normal’ jobs and turn the amazing amount of goodwill we’ve had into work.  Watch this space for more news and to see how we get on over the next few weeks & months.  I’ve no idea right now if this will really work, but it won’t do us much harm if it doesn’t.  In fact, the drivers have already benefited by creating their own little Twitter community , one that can help each other with really useful real time information about where work is, where the worst traffic is and who’s turn it is to get the teas in.  That’s got to be good, right?

If you do use Twitter and hadn’t picked up on tweetalondoncab, then please have a look at the website, and think about us next time you need a cab.

….or, if I was in a Monty Python mood; just one more wafer thin statue.

Notes

I’ve included the notes I had to write just now to help myself make sense of what I’d seen and tried to record yesterday; the inordinate number of statues in Parliament Square. Not content with the 7 statues that were already there in the middle of the square, commemorating the great and good of Britain (and elsewhere), it was decided to put Nelson Mandela there as well in 2007. Great to have a statue of Mandela, absolutely no problem with that, but it seems a shame to see him right on the SW edge looking a bit like he’s permanently trying to cross the road. And then you have some other characters floating around the outside of the square looking a little bit uncomfortable, like they’ve arrived at a party where they don’t know anyone. But the full list of those in the inner sanctum (the island in the middle of the square) goes something like this, from the NW corner;


As I mentioned before, there are more statues in the square, the most prominent of which are hanging around outside Middlesex Guildhall waiting for the big boys to invite them into their gang, desperate for a bit of attention are Gerorge Canning & Abraham Lincoln, see below for photos.  And that’s it, lot’s of pictures of statues taken on a beautiful sunny day in London as I wandered around like a tit in a trance while the cab is in the garage.  Some more photos from that walk will crop up here soon no doubt.  Careful out there in the heatwave, London is on the point of melting don’t you know……..

I want to be famous enough to have a roundabout named after me

I want to be famous enough to have a roundabout named after me

Some dusty old colonial

Some dusty old colonial


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…..or how I’m desperate to prove that I’m a proper Londoner.  Partly prompted by a “conversation” with Mrs Cabbie over who was the mostest London out of the two of us, which of course I won, I decided to map out where I have lived in our great metropolis.  I will need to revisit that “conversation” with Mrs Cabbie properly at some point, as it brought up some interesting questions about what counts as “proper”.  Is it being born and/or raised in a London postcode?  And do the all parts of the London Boroughs count?  Because you can be in a London Borough, but not have a “London” postcode, just look at parts of Brent, Barking & Dagenham, Redbridge, Richmond and pretty much all of Bexley and Bromley. (and despite not really being London, they are the ones I blame for having Boris the Buffoon as Mayor)  I feel a long post about this subject brewing and I haven’t even mentioned the weighting that should be given over where you were born over where you have lived.  This could get messy.

But back to the main subject for today; places where I have lived in London.  And it seems I’ve covered a fair bit of south London, doing that young persons thing of moving from shared houses to first flat with girlfriend, to finally settling down in SW17.  If you can be bothered to click on the “View larger map” link at the bottom of the map, you’ll get a better view of my pan-London living and be able to see the list of places I’ve lived, to which I may add some photos and words at some point.  Starting in Pimlico, where I was born in Johnson House in 1968, we then went to Beckenham and lived next door to David Bowie before my sojourn in Surrey began, before finally heading back into town from the early 90s onwards.  I’m not going to talk in any more detail now, as I plan to revisit the more exciting places I’ve lived (have I mentioned that I lived next door to David Bowie??) over the coming weeks/months/years.  But for now, I’ll leave you all with (another) may to peruse and, possibly, enjoy.

london wall

all it needs is some tumbleweed

I can hear you all choking on your cornflakes or spluttering on you morning cuppa, but bear with me on this one. I’m not talking about THAT bit of London Wall at the eastern end that goes from Wormwood Street to Moorgate and always seems to be busy. Certainly at the moment it is as there appears to have been roadworks on that stretch since God was a boy. But London Wall has always been, certainly since I worked around here nearly 15 years ago, a road of two halves, one with a split personality, a schizoid thoroughfare. Because once you get to the bit west of Moorgate, you suddenly appear to be on an inner-city super highway that whisks you to The Rotunda (junction of St Martin’s Le Grand, Montague St and Aldersgate St), where you can then choose whether to head for the traffic chaos of Aldersgate Street heading north, or Newgate Street heading west. But for that glorius half a mile, you can get out of 2nd gear and even, possibly, threaten to reach the speed limit. See the photos for proof of how quiet this stretch of road really can be.

london wall III

looking west, towards the Museum of London

london wall II

looking west - must be some cars somewhere?

31-Mar-09 to 23-May-09

As the geeks (sorry Blacko) behind cabbieTrack keep processing the data, so the map of London, as guided by my cab, builds nicely.  Click on the images for a larger version and you might be able to follow the bigger white line from the southern part of the map (cabbieTrack gets wider and brighter the more I use a road) you’ll see the route that I take into town 99.9% of the time.  Those of you that know SW London will be able to make out the outline of Clapham Common as I head north, the bend under the railway bridge in Queenstown Road before I head over the river at Chelsea Bridge.  The outline of the river is starting to take shape, and you can also make out some of the major landmarks as well, particularly the parks.  I can immediately see Battersea Park, St James’s Park, Green Park, Hyde Park and Regent’s Park.  The other major blank space in the centre of town is the west side of Soho, proof that unless you absolutely have to, it’s best avoided.  Because of the traffic, of course.  The red marks are where I have stopped, sometimes just at traffic lights but also at the major stations.  You can see concentrated clusters of red around Victoria, St Pancras/King’s Cross and Marylebone.  Off the top of the head the extremes of the map took me too (north) East Finchley, (north-east) Chigwell, (east) Cyprus DLR, (south east) Bromley, (west) Heathrow and (north west) Harrow.

And below, for good measure, is a close up of Hyde Park Corner, proving that it really is the hub of central London.

Hyde Park Corner

Time flies when you’re having fun don’t ya think?  Well this week has for me, and here we are at the weekend already.  Friday, Day 5, has thrown up a lot more places & stories from TLC and I even made it further east than the West End.  As those of you who’ve been keeping up with my movements this week, you’ll know that I started from Heathrow yesterday, and a jolly good start to the day ot was too;

Heathrow Terminal 3 to Gatwick – nothing to report, apart from the £20 tip.

Elizabeth Street, SW1 to Marney Road, SW11 – nothing to report.

A young Karl Marx. No, really.

A young Karl Marx. No, really.

Harrods to Radisson Grafton Hotel, Tottenham Court Road, W1 – ‘ London’s most prestigious, and Europe’s largest, department store, it’s motto omnia, omnibis, ubique (everything for everyone, everywhere), opened as a small grocry store, run by Henry Harrod in Stepney, in 1835, moved to Eastcheap in the City, and then to Belgravia in 1849.’  Tottenham Court is now best known for it’s ‘intense concentration of hi-fi and computer shops’,  but I prefer Ed’s anecdote’s about Karl Marx a lot more; ‘Karl Marx, walking along Tottenham Court Road one day in the 1850s, attempted to solve a row between two people after hearing a woman crying out "Murder! Murder!".  He waded through the crowd to find a drunken woman arguing noisily with her husband, but the sound of his German accent caused the protagonists to turn on him as an interfering foreigner.  Marx and a German companion later took a pub crawl along the road, visiting the Rising Sun at No 46, the Roebuck (No. 108) and the Northumberland Arms (No. 119), after which they ran down the street throwing stones and smashing a street lamp with several policemen giving chase.’  Who said socialist types are no fun?

Tottenham Court Road, W1 to Gerrard Road, N1 – hailed about 50 yards from the previous drop off (very rare these days).  When Marx wasn’t rampaging through the streets, Tottenham Court Road was originally well known for it’s links to the furniture trade.  Which explains why Heal’s is there. ‘…founded by John Harris Heal in 1810 at Rathbone Place, Heal’s moved to TCR in 1940 and through the work of Ambrose Heal, one of John’s sons, played a leading role in the development of the Arts & Crafts movement in England.  The rebuilt store, the work of Smith and Brewer in 1916, alarmed the leading modernist architect Le Corbusier who said: "The existing plan of the dwelling…is conceived as a furniture store.  This scheme of things, favourable enough to the trade of Tottenham Court Road, is of ill omen to society"’.  Blimey mate, it’s only a building.

Farringdon Street, EC4, Cannon St, EC3 – Between Fleet Lane and Ludgate Hill was Fleet Prison, ‘The first purpose built prison in London, the Fleet was opened here in c. 1170 on what was then a small island in the Fleet River that flooded when it rained and was used mostly for debtors, who were obliged to pay for the irons that shackled them.  The money raised went to the Keeper, who, according to hereditary principle, was always a member of the Leveland family, and abuse of the system was common, with some prisoners going missing for several days at a time, if bothering to return at all.’  At No. 111 is the London Stone mentioned in William Blake’s Jerusalem, but possibly the most disappointing thing to look out in the whole of London.  But I’ll let Ed talk it up a bit for you; ‘London Stone, a block of Clipsham limestone embodied in the wall of 111 Canon Street, and previously in the wall of St Swithin’s church on the same site, may have been a Roman milestone for all British distances, the sacred pagan centre of the town, or even the ancient stone from which King Arthur pulled Excalibur’.  Whatever it was, nothing can quite prepare you for how rubbish it looks.

Crowne Plaza Hotel, Kingscote Street, EC4 to LSE, Houghton Street, WC2 – ‘Henry Hunt Hutchison, a Fabian socialist who committed suicide in 1894, left instructions in his will for Sidney Webb and other trustees of his estate to establish an institution "to promote the study and advancement of Economics or Political Economy, Political Science or Political Philosophy, Statistics, Sociology, History, Geography and any subject cognate to any of these".  The college was founded later the following year at 9 John Street, south of the Strand, moving here in 1902…..’

st-pancras-ii24 Lincoln’s Inn Fields, WC2 to St Pancras Station, N1 – ‘Lincoln’s Inn Fields, London’s largest square, was used in medieval times for sports and jousting and was where in September 1586 the fourteen Babington Plotters who had planned to murder Elizabeth I and install Mary Queen of Scots on the throne, were hanged drawn and quartered’.  When it comes to St Pancras station, let’s finally clarify one thing first.  The bit you seen at the front facing out onto the Euston Road, is not the station itself, it’s the Midland Grand Hotel, finally being refurbished and scene of THAT video by The Spice Girls.  I’ll let Ed clarify this further; ‘St Pancras’ enormous iron and glass roof, spanning 240ft, stood alone until 1873 (my note, having been built itself in 1867), when it was joined by George Gilbert Scott’s extravagant red-brick Midland Grand Hotel, a riot of catallated fringes, dormers, pointed arch windows and steeply pitched roofs, which incorporated 250 bedrooms and all the latest facilities – gaoilers, electric bells, lifts and rubber surfaces in the roadways to deaden night-time sounds’.  I was once told that Scott’s design had originally been submitted as plans the new Houses of Parliament but having failed to win that contest, was then used for the Midland Hotel.  This story may not be far from the truth, as Ed quotes Scott thus; "that it is possibly too good for it’s purpose, but having been disappointed of my ardent hope of carrying out my style in the government offices (the Foreign Office), I was glad to be able to erect one building in that style in London".

St Pancras Station to Henriques Street, E1 - I won’t push your tolerance for St Pancras Station related stories, so am moving staight on to Henriques Street, location of the 4th Jack the Ripper murder. ‘On 30 September 1888 Elizabeth Sride, a Swedish woman, was found with her throat cut and the blood still pouring out in the entrance to Duffields’s Yard by No. 40, a spot where prostitutes regularly took their clients.’  As part of the Knowledge, some of the examiners would ask you for the locations of all 5 murders and to this day I can still tell you that the other 4 were committed in the following locations; Mitre Square, Hanbury Street, Whites Row & Durward Street.  Someone will probably tell me I’m wrong and that there were more than 5 murders blah, blah, blah…..

rooooarr, I'm a tiger!

rooooarr, I'm a tiger!

Commercial Road, E1 to Smiths of Smithfield, Charterhouse Street, EC1 – ‘ In 1875 a tiger which had escaped from Jamrach’s the exotic animal shop on Ratcliffe Highway, made it’s way along Commercial Road where it picked up a small boy by the collar and made off with him, doubtless with lunch in mind.  The sight of the tiger, with attendant unwilling child, walking along the road caused much alarm, and led to one passer-by to fetch a crowbar, but in trying to prise the child from the beast’s jaws the man struck the boy a fatal blow’.  Oops.  And, I’ve just discovered, the tiger in question is the one commemerated in this statue at silly old Tobacco Dock.  Charterhouse Street is, of course, the site for Smithfield Market; ‘The market for which the area is best known has stood here since 1174 and was originally a live cattle market, slaughtering and leather tanning not being tolerated in the centre of the City.  Until 1855 trade climaxed on the Monday before Christmas when some 30,000 animals where crammed into the market prior to mass slaughtering, the ground "covered nearly ankle deep with filth and mire; a thick steam perpetually rising from the reeking bodies of the cattle", as Charles Dickens explained in Oliver Twist.’

New Bridge Street, EC4 to Paddington Station, W2 – I don’t know, those Victorians and their grand plans, first we had a Channel tunnel, now this; ‘…..originally a simple wooden building north of Bishop’s Bridge Road and was rebuilt in the 1840s by Matthew Wyatt and Isambard Kingdom Brunel.  Paddington was part of Brunel’s grand vision of a route from London to New York via Bristol, where people would board his liner, the Great Western, and journey across the Atlantic in fifteen days’.  You certainly can’t accuse the Victorians of having no ambition can you?

Bishop’s Bridge Road, W2 to Charing Cross Station, WC2 – Another where the front is really a hotel and masks the station proper behind. ‘At the front is the Charing Cross Hotel, built to entice travellers taking the boat train to stay in the station the night before.  Facing the hotel is A.S. Barry’s Eleanor’s Cross, often mistakenly described as Charing Cross, a replacement of the cross that Edward I erected nearby in 1293 to mark the funeral route of his queen, Elanor of Castile, which was pulled down in 1647 by the Long Parliament’.  The site of Charing Cross, the point from which all distances to and from London are measured, is a bit further west I believe.

Aldwych, WC2 – The River Cafe, Rainville Road, SW6 – ‘The street, which takes the form of a crescent at the southern end of Kingsway, dates back only as far as 1905, but the name is considerably older, Via de Aldewych being the name by which Drury Lane was known in 1398 when the surrounding area was called Aldwic, "the old settlement".  When Aldwych was built a number of small streets in what was the densely packed Clare Market area, as well as a number of theatres, including the Gaiety and the Opera Comique, the first home of the Gilbert and Sullivan operas, were demolished’.

Fulham Palace Road, SW6 to Winchester Street, SW1 – nothing to report, and the end of my working week.  Light off and quickly back over Chelsea Bridge to the sanctuary of South London.

And that, London fact lovers, is that.  A hugely enjoyable exercise for me and certainly one that I may revisit in the future, but not for a whole week.  Hope it helped with your London learning……

……meerkats, otters, lemurs, loris’, jumping rats, bearded pigs, prairie dogs, warthogs, giraffes, zebras, okapi, african hunting dogs, tapir, gorrillas, snakes, servals, red water hogs, monkeys, red panda, anteaters, lions, parrots, lizards, penguins, pelicans, sheeps, goats, fruit bats, seahorse, various fish, a peacok and probably a few more I’ve missed out.  But I liked the giraffes best, there is something very calming and regal about them, I could have just sat and watched them for hours.  And here are the photos I took of them (plus one of those weird old Okapi);

This post is brought to you live & direct from my Office at the Feeder Park; here are a couple of photos so you can get a proper of idea of my working conditions.

officeoffice II

Yesterday was a slightly strange one, what with FJOTD taking me, more or less, back past my own front door, and then not getting further east than Euston station for the whole shift.  A nice tour of west London turned an average working day it quite a good one.  Jobs to Twickenham, Chiswick, Acton and then a final one from Hammersmith to Clapham Junction was just the icing on a delicious West London flavoured cake.  Here’s the day in full;

Balham Hill, SW12 to Tynemouth Road, CR4 – weird to get this kind of job and TLC doesn’t go anywhere near this area, but it did allow me to get this next job on account;

Arthur Road, SW19 to Queen Street, W1 – unfortunately, neither are mentioned in TLC.

Fitzmaurice Place, W1 to Albert Hall, Kensington Gore, W8 – ‘it is named after the Kensington Gore Mansion, built in 1750, which was occupied from 1808 to 1821 by the slavery abolitionist William Wilberforce.  Bought in 1836 by Lady Blessington, it was where she established a literary salon that was visited by Benjamin Disraeli, Louis Napoleon and the Duke of Wellington, who was amused by the houses’s talking crow’s shrieks of “Up boys and at ‘em”.  The house was converted to a restaurant for the 1851 Great Exhibition in Hyde Park and demolished in the 1870s.’  What Ed doesn’t tell us is that restaurant was opened by one Alexis Soyer, the Gordon Ramsay of his day, and whose book of his life – Relish; The Extraordinary Life of Alexis Soyer I can heartily recommend.

Princes Gate Court, SW7 to Nottingham Place, W1 – nothing to report.

Marylebone Station, NW1 to Eamont Street, NW8 – Forgive me this slight cheat, but having given you the full entry for Melcombe Place & Marylebone Station already, I’m going to pop just round the corner for today’s entry – Balcombe Street, NW1. ‘Four IRA gunmen took hostage the elderly couple who lived at 22B on 6 December 1975, after police had chased them here from Scott’s restaurant in Mayfair. The gunmen barricaded the occupants into the living room and phoned the police to demand a car to take them to the airport so that they could escape to Ireland, but Robert Mark, the Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police, stated on air that the only place the hostage takers would be going was Brixton Prison and after a week the men surrendered.  They were later found guilty of bombing two pubs and were given lengthy prison sentences.’  London in the 1970s, much more exciting wasn’t it?

bruce reynolds

Bruce Reynolds

Euston Station, NW1 to Coptic Street, WC1 – I’ll leave Ed’s comments on what he calls the ‘pure vandalism’ of demolishing the original station and content myself today with this little gem – ‘In 1963 the Great Train Robbers Gordon Goody and Bruce Reynolds, worried that the driver of the train they planned to rob might not co-operate, decided to steal a train so they could practise driving it.  They waited at Euston until midnight, boarded an engine standing in a siding, and after several attempts managed to whirr it into motion.  But finding the locomotive not as easy to stop as to start, they jumped off, leaving it to continue down the track unmanned.’

Berkeley Square, W1 to North End Road, W14 – And so began my journey to all points west from, possibly, London’s grandest square, where ‘Horace Walpole, the novelist and gothic revivalist, moved into No. 11 in 1747 and was so taken with the view that he compared the statue of George III to the work of Athenian Phidias, something of which he would have been barely aware, having failed to reach Greece on his Grand Tour.  A later tenant, the Earl of Orford. staked his house on a game of cards at Almack’s in 1770 and lost.’  Silly man.

Olympia, W14 to Twickenham High Street – Opened as the National Agricultural Hall in 1884 and best known as home of the Ideal Home Exhibition, Olympia has also been used for other purposes; ‘On 8 June 1934 the British Union of Fascists held their first ever major rally at Olympia, an event they hoped would be attended by middle-class voters as well as the usual working-class foot soldiers who mostly made up their attendance figures.  There were also 2,000 opponents, who had spread out inside the hall and were heckling party leader Oswald Mosley, and many of them were beaten up by BUF supporters.  Two protesters then climbed a gantry and began walking along a narrow ledge high above the auditorium while the crowd below held it’s breath.  The following day, a furore in the newspapers and the House of Commons led members of the establishment who had previously been receptive to Mosley, such as Lord Rothermere, owner of the Daily Mail, to withdraw their backing.’

Then I disapeared into the depths of West London, barely pausing for breath, only to find on my return that none of the following places are mentioned in TLC;

Thames Road, W4 to St Alban’s Avenue, W4

Chiswick High Road, W4 to St Elmo Road, W12

Dalling Road, W6 to St John’s Hill, SW11 & Mallison Road, SW11

And so, my friends, only one day of TLC keeping me company while I work.  Hopefully I’ll be busy, might even make it a bit further east, and end up with plenty to talk about tomorrow.

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