Manter
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Apparently the Danish don't eat much bacon..... There is probably a profound insight in there somewhere
Brixton news, rumour and general chat - February 2014
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simonSW2
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Maybe the Danes export pig flesh to the gullible Brits, then spend their gains on fromage sandwiches?
Sirena
Don't monkey with the buzzsaw
Who were the band?
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Brixton Dub Collective: a sort of jazzy/dubby/rappy improvising outfit. Really quite unusual and amazing players.
Winot
I wholeheartedley agree with your viewpoint
Open sandwiches. Usually involving herring.
could it be cranes/other equipment for the bridge replacement work that National Rail are undertaking on Croxted Road? http://hernehillsociety.typepad.com/blog/2014/01/the-bridges-of-herne-hill.html
When I first saw it I thought it was the sun reflecting off the Shard, then realised it couldn't be. I then thought it was maybe one of those fairground rides which lifts you up and drops you quickly towards the ground but they have loads of different colours, not just the single bright colour that I saw.
I'll try to go down that way later and check it out.
Manter
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I grew up on Robsart Street. This is how it looked circa 1920.
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This is where i live now. Canterbury Crescent, Brixton, 1961.
I love this photograph;
Storytelling at Cowley Estate, Brixton, 1972.
Storytelling at Cowley Estate, Brixton, 1972.
boohoo
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Ohhh did you? What years? What primary schools did ya go to? Did you play at Slade gardens?
Manter
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I live old photos, thanks for those Dexter Deadwood
The adventure playground in Slade Gardens was as exciting as it was dangerous, i played football in that park growing up.
boohoo
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I use to go Slade gardens through most of my childhood. I also grew up around there.
It's a shame this program is not available on BBC iPlayer.
Engine of Terror.
Through the prism of HMP Brixton, BBC Radio 4 traces changing attitudes to crime and punishment during 19th century industrialisation, urbanisation, and national debate about how prisons should be run, who should run them and whether they exist to punish, deter or reform.
Ever since it opened in 1819, Brixton prison has stood at the vanguard of debate around crime and punishment. Before Brixton, the most common punishments for minor criminals had been held in public - such as the pillory and the stocks. But changing sensibilities meant the days of such spectacles were numbered. When Brixton opened, prisons were emerging as the central focus in the struggle against crime.
In the first of two programmes, Jerry White, Professor of History at the University of London, uses rarely-seen documents to chart the early history of Brixton. With the help of current prisoners and staff he discovers how Brixton's response to public concerns about the rising level of crime was to introduce the treadmill.
It was a new means of punishment where inmates trod giant wheels which were connected to millstones; the flour would be used to make their daily bread. Brixton made the treadmill famous and, within two decades, half the prisons in the country would have one. Some called it an 'engine of terror' - we hear the testimonies of those made to suffer its rigours, read out by current prisoners.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b02x5grv
Engine of Terror.
Through the prism of HMP Brixton, BBC Radio 4 traces changing attitudes to crime and punishment during 19th century industrialisation, urbanisation, and national debate about how prisons should be run, who should run them and whether they exist to punish, deter or reform.
Ever since it opened in 1819, Brixton prison has stood at the vanguard of debate around crime and punishment. Before Brixton, the most common punishments for minor criminals had been held in public - such as the pillory and the stocks. But changing sensibilities meant the days of such spectacles were numbered. When Brixton opened, prisons were emerging as the central focus in the struggle against crime.
In the first of two programmes, Jerry White, Professor of History at the University of London, uses rarely-seen documents to chart the early history of Brixton. With the help of current prisoners and staff he discovers how Brixton's response to public concerns about the rising level of crime was to introduce the treadmill.
It was a new means of punishment where inmates trod giant wheels which were connected to millstones; the flour would be used to make their daily bread. Brixton made the treadmill famous and, within two decades, half the prisons in the country would have one. Some called it an 'engine of terror' - we hear the testimonies of those made to suffer its rigours, read out by current prisoners.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b02x5grv
Onket
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I was going to reply to Dexter Deadwood's earlier post and mention you, boohoo.
<edit2add> Not the one about the prison, obviously!
<edit2add> Not the one about the prison, obviously!
Boudicca
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Mine and my neighbours wheelie bins are both inside the small front gardens and both have been blown over by the wind. Not just last night but all the time - the things are a functional design disaster. They need to be shorter and fatter, but I assume they won't fit on the lifter thingy on the rubbish truck if they aren't the same height as the old ones.
Oh yes and my food waste bin went missing last week so looks like I need to accelerate my home composting plans.
It was the 1970's, the three day week, candles and damp on the walls that almost killed me. I lived in Denchworth House directly opposite the park. I could look out my bedroom window and see Stockwell Park Estate being built and dreamt of living there as it looked like the future. When Concorde flew over my neighbours, adults as well as children would all come out on the doorstep and look up in awe.
I hated every moment of it, mine was a miserable childhood poisoned by poverty. As kids we played out and there was a sense of community but it was also racist. The better off whites would dream of moving out and would boast of a better life as they left, Streatham seemed to be the preferred location; the promised land. I vaguely remember what seemed like thousands gathering in Slade Gardens as a muster point for a march against Thatcher.
I went to a primary school in Vauxhall where the nuns were mean, craven and cruel. I remember being slapped about the face for saying i didn't believe in Jesus. Punishment was normal to the point where it was perverse. They taught me how to read, write and do my sums but they inadvertently taught me so much more. It's only as i get older that i realise the value of those accidental lessons, for that at least i am grateful.
boohoo
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Dexter Deadwood I am a bit younger than you. I remember Concorde flying over - the sound was amazing - we'd run out to see it. I grow up between the estate and the posh houses in a council house which had dry rot so one year we all lived upstairs. We didn't use the front room in the winter because we couldn't afford to heat it up but I count myself luck to have grown up in a space with a garden and not stuck in the middle of Stockwell Park estate which wasn't great at the time.
I didn't think there was any kids in the posh houses when I was growing up - didn't realise they were all being ferried to private schools and generally kept away from anything that mean they mixed with local kids. Wasn't allowed to play out on the estate - probably didn't help that the one time we did go out we came back late which worried my mum. (I remember we were going to go through the broken windows at the bottom of Wayland house - kinda glad I didn't.)
Saw a lot of trouble happen around there but there was no choice about being able to move out if you were in council housing. Had to just put up with it. Primary school was great - I went to Durand. loved it. Really nice teachers.
I didn't think there was any kids in the posh houses when I was growing up - didn't realise they were all being ferried to private schools and generally kept away from anything that mean they mixed with local kids. Wasn't allowed to play out on the estate - probably didn't help that the one time we did go out we came back late which worried my mum. (I remember we were going to go through the broken windows at the bottom of Wayland house - kinda glad I didn't.)
Saw a lot of trouble happen around there but there was no choice about being able to move out if you were in council housing. Had to just put up with it. Primary school was great - I went to Durand. loved it. Really nice teachers.
I did, lol. They were bike sheds, pram sheds below, we called them the dungeons. They were abandoned, pitch black, stank of piss and failed fires. No doubt there were other horrors we did not see. We would run up to the lobby and then out into whirl of wind skirting Wayland House excited that we were still alive.
So it wasn't all bad.
boohoo
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Funny, reminded me of the ritual me and my siblings with have going home down Robsart Street. You'd go over the fence, run across the grass, then climb up the raised grass in front of Wayland house, run down, then up the other one - jump off and run in front of the old people's home = preferably looking for the bits of pavement with the stones sticking out (in fact I still make a point of walking on them if I see them!)
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