Moan, moan, moan. It’s £3 when it would have been £23 in 1998. POSH Club is priceless in terms of quantity and quality of grub and the professional variety acts.
I asked for some feedback to see how people enjoyed themselves in Upper Hackney. Selfish some.
“Oh the sandwiches were full of mayonnaise. Can’t stand that.”
“I’m diabetic so I don’t want loads of cake”.
“I’m bringing my own food next time.”
What? what? what? This is the fickle older generation, those who in 1953 when they were scoffing ham on the bone and real tasty beef sausages, ‘never had it so good’. Remember Chris Rock making us hoot going on about fussy eaters and lactose intolerance being a fashion like fluffy doggies in handbags? It seems seniors lost their manners when they found a voice. Diabetes, mayonnaise allergy, being old gives you no excuse to be ungrateful.
Bring your own food, pay out your three quid which is less than the taxi you took, but leave your negativity at home.
For many people the afternoon out is a treat. Any event for seniors where a cup of tea is on offer in a proper cup is on to a winner.
I was never happy about the Club being advertised as for the poor of the borough and then amused when another ‘ad’ described POSH Club as being for the working class of Hackney. Ooh did a Hipster get a dig there ? On the BBC Radio 4 interview there was a tickle of patronising going on whereas the seniors were just saying it like it is.
“I go to tea dances, museums, keep myself active”.
“I don’t mind settling down again”.
“I have every video of Elvis in Las Vegas. I am Indian, brought up in Israel and came here in 1960 when trolley buses were about.”
People want to talk and be visible. Jean described how her mother relished the POSH Club as an afternoon outing instead of being indoors all day. She said there wasn’t anything for older people.
I beg to differ. Hackney? Hackney’s got it sewn up for oldies and always has. There’s loads going on admittedly not so much in these freezing days. Whereas Waltham Forest is right down there in the doldrums. Priory Court Community Centre securely bolted up in the heart of massive Priory Court itself, by Blackhorse Road E17, is the only outfit reaching out to its older community members. It always has. Leyton Community Action was stirred for a while but is defunct even though it does tea dances but you have to be in the know to know. Does anyone even know there’s an AgeUK in Upper (and I mean ‘Upper’) Walthamstow?
The Mill in Coppermill Lane E17, a wannabe beacon for the emerging resettled community from outwith the borough down what wants to be fashionable James’ Street Village or whatever name fills someone’s boots, bottom of the market to you and me and always a poor looking nasty dirty bend in the road filled with chickens and kebabs, has made great efforts to attract seniors. The problem is that it’s seen as “posh” by many, a vestige of a posh library and hardly a hub for the working class. I always remember a brilliant talk by Houghton regarding local history and he saying that “the end of the market (in 1800s ) was a chicken breeding place. Where there’s chicken there’s poverty”. He added under his breath not wanting to offend: “And it’s the same today”. Yep. Look at Leyton.
So what I see in the POSH Club is a template for somebody to crack it in Waltham Forest. A dinner a year where fifty per cent gorge and fifty per cent can’t even get through on the phones to get a ticket to the table holds no sway.