Up Your Street issue 8
Went to Proud Camden today in Chalk Farm near Morrisons, near The Roundhouse, near a trillion other pubs. Took the 393 bus, you know the worst bus route in London, or is it? Went from Lea Bridge Roundabout aka Clapton Roundabout all through the villages of Church Road in Stokey, Clissold Park (not forgetting the refurbished Clissold Caff), manic Holloway Road, busy as ever Kentish Town and all manner of backstreets in the Hackney we never see changing. Loved it. Plus the winter sun had come out .
It’s still true that as you get nearer northern parts after eastern parts i. e. towards Muswell Hill from Leyton then the girls are bigger, taller, markedly robust-looking and their hair appears natural and thicker. That’ll be the difference between rich and poor then.
So I got off at Chalk Farm station. Years ago I used to travel from Muswell Hill on Sundays to a gentleman’s home in Chalk Farm and as an agency cleaner, all I had to do was rub liquid polish into his all leather settee. I was very quiet then and he was much older than I so I never spoke to him because the youth then buttoned it. All I /we heard was the sound of his clock and me squeaking away on his leather. Good pay even.
Proud Camden is in The Stables as if we all know that landmark. The staff are polite and the place is clean. The food is reasonably priced and delicious. I had a £4 barbequed burger by the acoustic terrace and it was gorgeous. Someone joked that he was surprised to find cooked meat served up in Camden. There wasn’t a veggie option apart from cheesey chips.
Neech was singing an acoustic set; that is Neech singing with guitarist Oli. Both in top form as usual and doing plenty of new stuff. Neech owned the stage and was very much the star in a floating silver lame number: It’s always a pleasure to watch and follow her on stage. Oli’s guitar work is ace not that I know much but if he gets the audience’s feet tapping, that’s ace. By just after 4pm there was standing room only and a very appreciative audience. No-one pays but a staff-member puts the buchet around and people donate notes for the musicians.
I went down and along to see the booths in the stable and was transported to a world belonging to a Mighty Boosh stage-set, or to cloudy opium dens in Dickens’ London. None of that malarky of course. It was all a hippyish dream world sprinkled with fairy lights and couches, mirrors and colour and a good place to be. It was very warm and full of music and odd smells, busy staff and singing acts waiting in the wings or setting up equipment on the gig stage.
Yep. That was an afternoon well-spent in a venue well-kept.
Whilst waiting the few minutes for my outgoing journey, I was able to inspect the original carvings and architectural features of what was Chimes, which was The White Hart Pub at Lea Bridge Roundabout . Amazing stuff to look at. Looks like all the glossy paint has been stripped away. It’ll be called The Clapton Hart when it becomes a community ? pub. Yes.
I work with discarded textiles which I collect from local clothing manufacturers. I design a pattern, usually a nursery rhyme character, and make and cut the pattern. Then I sew the design by hand using any embroidery stitches and colours onto a larger cloth to make an individual and unique wall-hanging (4′ x 2′ secured to bamboo hangers).
As well as providing scope to practise aesthetic crafting, RAGWORKS is suitable for group work, is therapeutic, accessible to most people, a good tool to manage dementia, an art and craft form, skills-based, a recycling project , a springboard for reminiscence, good fun, anxiety-free, provides sections of work so that everyone shares and learns something.
On March 17th RAGWORKS goes to exhibition at the Stratford Picture House E15 for a couple of weeks.
Gillian Lawrence. Jan 31st 2012 London.
Attended the tfl, transport routes and your business information workshop today all tied into London 2012 at Jaylow Supplies, Argall Estate Links E10 on the old Leyton industrial village site (c.1985). The bus W19 passes it now so all handy dandy. In Summer that bus will be chocca with campers but hopefully it will ride along to Asda at Temple Mills.
What did I learn from the meeting today? That we should stock up on our supplies of tins and toilet paper now and buy from Can and Koza and all those marvellous Turkish Kurdish shops along Lea Bridge Road. Let me tell you now, Lea Bridge Road is gonna be a nightmare of a route come Olympics and Paralympics what with Spitalfields lorries trundling down the very same road away from their territory near the Games site. Small businesses will be squashed and unable to get in supplies unless they are pro-active now which is too late. Alarmed? Should be. I went a s a nosy neighbour and heard myself and others turn from positive into cynical as TFL did not have the answers. Possible too that the government will halt mobile phone airways. Hey! hey! Now we all do everything on our phones that is incredible . There will be hefty refunds to customers surely.
So glad I went and so interested to hear how employers have planned way back when for their workers and businesses. Good to see Jaylow Supplies hosting and glad I signed up to go via Eventbrite .Worker standing next to vegetable refuse in Argall Estate. Interesting, methinks. Those were plastic carts full of calf potatoes and discarded peeled spuds, carrot heads and tails and something of the green ilk. Soup time!
Now it is freezing out there so do I really want to go to a Moslem Women’s tea club to go back in time, to hear the slide of crochet needles, to see what I can see? With mi shoes off? Do I really want to champion the reaching out to those who only peep from their hijabs and never taste my world? Aah, the one -way world of multi-cultural communities where tolerance is threadbare but nicely shrouded.
Months before Christmas two other women and myself filled in the forms to get a grant from Newham Council to set up a sharing craft skills group. We were successful and that in itself deserves recognition.
Saturday 4th Feb was the launch meeting and 4 other women joined us. I know….4. This is a nigh-on free group (£1 for tea and coffee) and inspired by energetic women with a passion for crafting and expertise in what they do, be it beading, card-making, rag-rugging, cross-stitch and a host of heavenly stuff. Some have been doing all their married penny-saving lives and others have been to classes via Up Your Street promotion and learnt to share with others. All commendable. I myself have my own venture called RAGWORKS and more on that later.
We met for 3 hours at Rokeby Community Centre in Stratford east. The place is warm and welcoming, way off the main road, unknown by locals and likely interesting in the hotter months. We are “Time 2 Craft”.
sounds like mutilation genital….reminder what March 8th is every year.
After a freezing I mean freezing swim at Cathall Road baths E11 I went along to Cakey Muto in Chatsworth Road, E5. So upmarket it the road becoming that a house for sale yesterday was snapped up by this afternoon. Ooee mumma! What a road. There’s the creperies, the pound shops, the shuttered businesses waiting for twinkly lights, the William Hill plural shops, ole Percy Ingle, a wire-enclosed school, some churches, no hijabs, cold African traffic wardens and Cakey Muto. Huhuh. Pies you say? Goats’ cheese and parsnip pie for 4 quid with a leaf of rocket making it a fiver. Still reasonable. Not quite West End prices but enough to knock out the hen leg and fries brigade. The cakes are just lovely to look at like the decor and wall decorations. All very glossy pink and bright. The posh nosh cafe a la Church Road Stokey look alike is busy on take-aways. I’d go back, for more beetroot cake . I heard the couter assistant say “Yes, we do normal tea.” Ha ha ha! Define.
At last I made it to the shoeless one. I’d been invited to read poetry at the women’s Thursday tea club in Leyton at the Noor Ul Islam Trust. Turned out all the senior women who are in the club are Mauritians and dual French-English speakers. What a good time was had by all. There was poetry, knitting, crochet, reminiscence and nibbles including pineapple jam sandwiches. The hot cuppa was most welcome as it was bitterly cold outside the curtain and iron-gates. Went next door afterwards to check out some African cloth . Next week I’ll sample Mobeen the caff next door. I smelt something cookin’!