A West End Ramble

Jackie spent the morning planting and clearing beds; I chipped in with dead-heading of roses. This afternoon we bought some trellis from Everton Nurseries to go round the decking. The return journey had me bent and contorted in the passenger seat with lengths of stapled wooden strips over my head. Fortunately it was only about five minutes.

I scanned another dozen of the Streets of London series of colour slides from April 2004.

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Judy Dench was then starring in All’s Well That Ends Well at the Geilgud Theatre on the corner of Oxford Street and Rupert Street, W1. Some may consider her portrait less than enticing. The vehicles, the rooftops of which can be seen on Oxford Street were probably going nowhere fast.

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The ubiquitous Starbucks, that purveyor of weak coffee – unless you pay for extra, tasteless, shots – has a presence in Avery Row. This was clearly an unusually warm April.

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South Molton Lane lies to the West of New Bond Street,

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where Roosevelt and Churchill continue their conversation first featured on 20th July. Most of us couldn’t afford the entrance fee for the shops behind them.

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Seymour Mews is not far from Marble Arch. The grid of little square lights on the pavement outside Nordic Interiors is a common sight. These glass prisms, fitted to an iron cover, were introduced in the 1880s to throw light into the back of dingy coal cellars. Following the Clean Air Act, the coal has probably given way today to many other materials. The passing woman is probably quite ignorant of the fact that she is walking on private land.

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The facades of the buildings in Albemarle Street are typical of Mayfair’s splendour. Probably every second of every day in London sees some maintenance or other being carried out. Here, it may have been street lighting that was being attended to. The typical jack-in-the-box adjustable platform suggests this to me.

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Davies Mews is another of these frequently encountered little back streets that once held stables, and now house residents who can afford to pay millions for a tiny dwelling. These date from the 17th and 18th centuries. Built in rows behind large city houses, they consisted of a carriage house on the ground floor with residential accommodation above.

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From Davies Street can be seen the mews mansard roofs, demonstrating how modern residents have enlarged their living space. What would those coachmen of earlier times think if they could see today’s conversions and rebuilds?

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This was Oxford Street in April. Imagine it at the height of summer, especially during the Sales season. Moving against the milling flow of people and their buggies in this famous shopping street is a nightmare. At every junction, such as this one with Bird Street, there is a stall selling bags, T-shirts, trophies, nicknacks, fruit, hot-dogs, and much more.

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Moving slightly North West we find Ranston Street, NW1. I don’t know if this was once a mews, but the rows of houses look very much like the typical rebuilds, where many, but not all, of the homes have retained a place for their modern, horseless, carriages on the ground floor. These workmen are attending to a roof, it seems.

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Venables Street, NW8 runs into Church Street Market. It is therefore most appropriate that there should be a Tesco Metro. That is because Tesco was founded in 1919 by Jack Cohen as a group of market stalls. He had, himself, begun by selling surplus groceries from a stall in the East End of London. It would have been similar to those we see in Church Street today. The Tesco name first appeared in 1924, after Cohen purchased a shipment of tea from T. E. Stockwell and combined those initials with the first two letters of his surname.  The first Tesco store opened in 1929 in Burnt Oak, Barnet.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s choice cottage pie, new potatoes, carrots, cauliflower, and ratatouille. The Cook drank Hoegaarden and I consumed more of the malbec

An Interesting Manoeuvre

Early this miserably wet morning, Michael drove me from Minstead to East Croydon where I caught the train for Victoria for my next Sutherland Place book packing trip.  We stopped at Fleet service station on the M3 for my son to have breakfast and each of us coffee in Starbucks.

Michael had finished his porridge before we received lukewarm insipid beverages.  These were sent back and changed.  Noticing the driblets, some of which were hardened, on the sides of Michael’s mug, I said I hoped this was because they had re-used our original ones.  Then I noticed the lipstick on mine.  Back they went.  The server told me that they had used the first cups again.  When I pointed out the lipstick, he did not persist.  Our third receptacles also contained external driblets, but they at least seemed reasonably fresh.  We drank them.  Not to be recommended.

As we crawled through Hooley on the continuation of our journey, I began to feel that urination would be in order.  Michael spotted another Starbucks.  As we’d taken the coffee on board in one of their establishments it seemed only reasonable to jettison it in another.

Entering this outlet our nostrils were assailed by the pungent aroma of burning.  Vaguely wondering whether someone’s breakfast was a bit charred, we approached the toilets in a far distant corner.  The Disabled and Gents doors bore ‘Out of Order’ signs.  Rammed into the upper corners of these were small cardboard handprinted notices.  The Gents one informed us that the facilities were useable but dusty.  Having negotiated the outstretched kneeling legs of a man with his head under a washbasin; about half a dozen large workmen’s boxes of tools; various lengths of copper piping; and broken pieces of porcelain, it was possible, one at a time, to enter a cluttered WC for which the word dusty was definitely an euphemism.  It was, nevertheless, useable, as the various quantities of sticky looking yellow liquid bearing a smattering of curly hairs around the rim of the seat and the floor bore witness to.

Passing the time of day with the crouching plumber we realised that his burner was responsible for the unappetising scent that pervaded the eating area.

AlienFrom Victoria I walked in steady rain to Hyde Park Corner where I boarded a 52 bus.

Alien blurbAn Alien sculpture has, since last summer, descended into the grass in Lower Grosvenor Gardens. Antelope and lioness This contrasts with the more traditional chase represented in a small green opposite the Queen’s well-defended back garden which stretches the length of Grosvenor Place.Buckinham Palace Garden wall

The doors of the bus closed on a young woman attempting to leave as she negotiated the high kerb with her buggy.  Her cry of alarm caused the driver to open them in order for her to continue her struggle.

RoadworksExtensive roadworks at Notting Hill Gate caused a diversion of the bus to the right towards Bayswater.  This was not going to be of any use to me, so I continued on foot in much heavier rain.

I walked to Queensway after the packing; travelled by tube to Waterloo; and thence by overground to Southampton Parkway where Jackie collected me and drove me home.

On the Central Line train I witnessed an interesting manoeuvre.  There were two seats available, and far more passengers aiming for them, after I’d sat down.  A middle-aged woman planted a large shopping bag on the seat next to me, and herself on the seat opposite.  This prevented another woman from taking the seat unless she removed the obstacle.  The first woman’s younger companion, following hastily in her tracks, picked up the bag and took the seat.  I think you could say the position had been well and truly bagged.

What better dinner could have been waiting for me after a strenuous day in London than Jackie’s chicken jalfrezi and savoury rice followed by her home-made trifle?  We thoroughly enjoyed it, as did I the Fiore di Monte merlot 2012, and Jackie her Hoegaarden.