There was me thinking Hackney Wick was a dump in the same way I think Stratford High St is and Leytonstone High Rd is. I am talking about the buildings or rather boarded up, weed-generating (we allowed to call ’em weeds anymore?) delapidated buildings being the dumps. I did wonder how the residents, the people who call Hackney Wick and the afore-mentioned places home consider how on east end’s earth the Olympic and Paralympic torch- bearing pioneers called Boris and Seb (sound like muppets) think Cameron’s Big Society can ever compensate for anything they, the masses, tolerate. Without the Olympic and Paralympic Games a-coming who cared about Fish Island , Wapping-like roads, deserted warehouses, peanuts and smoked fish? And as for Stratford, well! The BBC was dahn in Stratford on Monday and I never knew it was about to be an anti-Games debate.
It was clear to me as I realised after joining in so many activities all bearing the let’s-be- positive-about-the-Games-coming that no amount of Personal Best courses and two-bit workshops and volunteer activities ever had as rewards, alongside the marker-pen signed certificates of attendance, free tickets to the Olympic and Paralympic Games for the conned let alone jobs!!!! It has been proven. The invited audience members were thoroughly disappointed, nay angry, about many aspects of the Games but their appeals to Boris and Lordy were like boomerangs to Murdoch.
It was true that when it came to Hackney Wick I only saw dump and heard about artists moving in, all the time urging my positive vibe to emerge. I never even took along my camera for that special memory each time I went there and passed the Napier Arms. Bless.
My mate whose Hackney Wick council flat overlooks the Games site had no idea he lived next to fishy roads and wasn’t bovvered.
Well it’s taken the Hackney Wicked Festival to up the place in my opinion. My negative cloudy take has waned. Whoever knew!
Oh! and The Red Lion pub re-opened in its glory in Leytonstone High Road.