Up Your Street. Final Issue for 2012. No. 23.

                                           Merry Christmas

Starting in the New Year  there are free walks coming up with “Footsteps“,

all sorts of uplifting courses nice and cheap at the Centre for Better Health in Darnley Road, Hackney

and almost opposite there has opened “Unpackaged” a shop where you can take along your container and buy the amount of pulses, wine and other commodities that you want.

There’s a major art exhibition scheduled for the new year at the Mill E17 and variety shows on Friday evenings with The Stuart Low Trust.

On Fridays there will be free classical recitals at Claremont.

Not forgetting Wednesdays at  Theatre Royal Stratford east (TRSE) For £3 sing along with Stratford East Singers (SES) with Byron Gold conducting.

I’ll be updating you in my regular listings.

Thurs 10th Jan £2.50      at Hackney PictureHouse  a screening of  “A Taste Of Honey” followed by actor Murray Melvin taking Q&A.

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Next issue of Up Your Street Sat 19th Jan.  Issue 1. 2013

Rio Cinema, Dalston Hackney. Well done!

RIO BUS STOPS UPDATE – SUCCESS!
In 2008, we began a campaign to persuade Transport for London (TfL) to add the
Rio’s name to two adjacent bus stops. After four years the promised renaming had
not taken place but in July this year we finally received an apology and an
assurance from TfL that this would be done “once the Olympics were over”.
The eagle eyed among you may have noticed that the bus stops have now been
changed and the Rio is officially a landmark on TfL’s bus routes.
The on-board bus announcements and electronic signs may take a little while
longer to update but we would like to thank TfL for fulfilling their promise
and, more importantly, to congratulate Rio Board member Laurian Davies on her
dogged determination to see this through.
Our sincere thanks once again to everyone who signed the original petition and
expressed their support in other ways

Argall Industrial Estate

It’s ten days now since I’ve waited and rung the environmental lot in Waltham Forest four times for a single now single soaking wet mattress to be removed from my front yard. The last I was told by the office supervisor was that she would send an email, send an email! ( Garlic bread?) to escalate the job. That meant there was a note allegedly and not in pencil saying that the job should be done within 24 hours. Oh do me a favour! Should? The word “would” is juggling for position.

That’s why Waltham Forest is a mattress borough. It isn’t a mattress borough  entirely because there’s a transient society here: There’s actually an huge stagnant society doing the right thing.

On the corner of my road is a built corner protector, a piece of ‘street furniture’ (I know!) which is used daily as a prop for people’s bags of rubbish, broken umbrellas, old cots and mattresses, strewn and ripped clothes previously left out for AgeUK collectors and whoever trades in rags. One day the council truck came a-collecting and I asked why fly-tippers were being excused and money spent sending out trucks and men to gather and dispose of people’s domestic rubbish. Answer “Oh, it’s the foreigners, see. They don’t know about how to dispose of rubbish.”  Well, not on my and their back yards then! By that logic only white British-born, you know the new ethnic minority, know how to get rid of rubbish.

Behind what was the Burwell Residential Estate off Lea Bridge Road on the border of Waltham Forest and Hackney is the disgusting mess that is Argall Industrial Village. Its name changes like the weather but I like “industrial village” because it is so not that.

                 There are Argall Estate patrol cars checking out that all is well on the land, so I was told. The single decker bus W19 actually travels into it but ignores its own timetable so that’s not much use to residents. The place is nasty. Litter swirls around in any whiff of wind. Abandoned stinking mattresses provide hiding places for feral cats and the Black Path is known as Rats’ Alley by locals who know too well the stench of yeast and bread from Kingsmill. Hoo Hing Supermarket is a neon-lit beacon for those who lose their way or who fear being accosted by underage vagabonds. Only the mini-industry workers aka Eastern Europeans and nervous dog-walkers walk the walk.
          In 1986 Argall Industrial Village was dire and on the brink of going under. It went under and post Olympics it is doubly dire. Like Hackney Wick it provides recyclable buildings for weekend churches where the white-robed congregations are not fussed about what they step in. Unlike in Hackney Wick, where established artists mix oils with Forman fish whiffs, other creative types safe in E17’s Tokarska  Gallery and The Mill would only evaporate    remotely in Argall.         
          I’ve yet to see what’s good about it. I try.
“Where there’s muck, there’s brass”, I mutter.
             My lovely neighbour over the back fence who is long dead told me how in the thirties on a Thursday morning you could hear each door shut on the Burwell Estate as each housewife in her scarf and carrying her shopping basket or wheeling her wicker trolley made her way across the factories ( now the Argall Industrial  Estate) and through the rat-ridden pathway (now The Black Path) up into St James’ Park and onto Coppermill Lane for the market day. Love that story.  Her brother’s still at the back of me. He served in the army up in the Orkneys during WW2. Great geezer.

L B Waltham Forest Comedy of Errors. Shoulda Coulda Woulda

We are really sorry to hear that you tried to get in contact with us and nobody responded to you – I apologise for this. Having looked into this further, it appears that you emailed a member of the events team when they were on leave. You should have received an automatic response with an alternative contact so I apologise if this did not happen. Either way, you should then have been contacted upon my colleague’s return from leave, to answer any queries you had and add you to the waiting list for a  ticket in case any became available. Unfortunately we did not receive many cancellations and so it is unlikely that you would have been successful in gaining a ticket, but we should have let you know this and I am sorry that we did not. This appears to have been an oversight due to the large number of enquiries we received.

ha ha ha! A response to my enquiry to an officer at WF Town Hall. Ha ha ha!