Maharani
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Sorry I was being dumb, got it now! Atlantic road.
Brixton news, rumour and general chat - February 2015
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cuppa tee
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There are two separate ventures being opened by alumni of Bryanston School
one is the burger joint on station road, the second is the bar on Atlantic Road
cuppa tee
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editor
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It was actually just a little bit of fun designed to spark some guesses and interaction.This post is the messageboard equivalent of the 'click bait' you appear to dislike so much.
Click bait usually requires a link to click on too.
leanderman
Street Party: July 2
Forced ?
If they want to buy a flat or open a bar, yes, forced. Because prices are now too high in their natural habitat.
leanderman
Street Party: July 2
Motorcyclist knocked down by car. Looked very nasty.
Thimble Queen
Called away to another place
Gah. Being forced to buy a flat or open a bar in Brixton. Sounds ghastly.
T & P
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Salvaged Taxidermy Drive-In Fete
How could it possibly fail?
editor
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*Rings up pater and asks for fundingSalvaged Taxidermy Drive-In Fete
How could it possibly fail?
leanderman
Street Party: July 2
I imagine that's exactly what their parents think.
Winot
I wholeheartedley agree with your viewpoint
'Omnis' means it sells everything I think.
editor
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Winot
I wholeheartedley agree with your viewpoint
I wonder how much of this went on in the pre-Internet age and we just didn't know?
Nanker Phelge
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
I went in to buy everything, but they were only selling nothing.
Nanker Phelge
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
So today's news is that the posh boys are renting all the spaces to like, open shit up and that, and sell like stuff that's cool, and shit, to like all the other posh boys that are like moving down here and that....cos like mum and dad can invest and that and they can get some like tax breaks and shit while the posh boys gallivant about owning and shit and like being grown up and keeping it real with like proper jamaican burgers and shit.
I always appreciate an authentic Jamaican Hamburger.
I always appreciate an authentic Jamaican Hamburger.
Nanker Phelge
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
People should be taxed on giving their kids money! It would stop a lot of stoopid shit happening
thatguyhex
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An occasional poster writes: I didn't have the time last month to look at Urban much and only just now had the chance to read through the huge discussion in the last monthly thread. I would have made this post in it otherwise. Sorry if this strays into territory that people are sick of seeing after the other week.
Even though you had only to turn the corner from my block of flats to be standing on a street of millionaires' houses, it was still an area where working class (I guess my family would rate as middle class or something) people could live and get on. When I moved to Brixton three years ago it immediately reminded me of being around Ladbroke Grove, the streets where I attended Carnival maybe twenty times in as many years. A lot is made in this forum of Coldharbour Ward being one of the 10% most deprived in the country, but when you go under the Westway to the north end of Portobello Road you're in Golborne Ward, which is the second most deprived ward in all of London. There was a piece in the Independent about Golborne just a few days ago.
Just to add to the picture, I was also lucky enough to attend a public school, because acing the entrance exam got me a scholarship. I was educated with the children of rich families, much richer than mine ever was or will be. As a result, I have pretty much exactly the kind of posho accent that's so despised around these parts. A couple of months ago I bumped into editor while passing through the South Bank and, while having a chat, compounded that by having to say that I worked - at that time - for a company that facilitated pop up businesses. The perfect storm of a nu-Brixtonite. (A lot of shit is talked about pop ups, but I'll limit getting into the topic to saying here that the vast majority of the ones I worked with were small independent traders and craftspeople doing their hardest to make a living, not £9 "gourmet" hotdog pushers and the like.)
Even though I only moved in recently, I remember Brixton well enough from the crack market days that people were talking about. In 2000, when I was 19, my second ever job was in an office upstairs from the Goose, now TK Maxx (which always makes it a bit odd whenever I pop in there to buy something). I used to work lates, and go home by catching the N159 from outside Morleys. Just getting to the bus stop on that short walk was always an obstacle course of crackheads with sob stories and dealers. On one occasion that I recall particularly well a guy asked me for money in a brusque way and I ignored him because I was too tired to respond after a knackering day. He kept asking and I resorted to pretending not to speak English and started crossing the road. He replied "oh yeah? I'm gonna fucking stab you mate, I'm gonna stab you." I immediately started walking into the Tube station which still had an open entrance and he veered away and was gone. A few minutes later I was on the bus and going home as usual. I remember how messed up the stretch of Coldharbour Lane was between the Ritzy and the Dogstar, too. Even so, I knew that I loved Brixton. Twelve years later I was extremely happy to be able to move into it, in fact onto that same exact stretch that I previously would have done my best to avoid walking down at night.
I'm not currently living in Brixton, because I was living with someone who's now my ex, and so now I'm not, but I really want to move back. While I was on Coldharbour Lane, pretty much all my day-to-day money that had escaped going towards our fairly modest rent ended up within a couple of blocks of our flat - groceries from Electric Avenue and Noor, home goods from Morleys, eating out in Market Row and Brixton Village, drinking in the Dogstar and Kaff, clubbing at the 414, and so on. I wish I'd taken more advantage of the Brixton Pound while I was here, and will do if I come back. I'll admit freely that I love the indoor markets and that they were and are a major part of why I enjoyed being in the area. More nu-Brixton rope for me to hang myself with, I guess.
TL;DR some rando posh noob goes on and on about his yawn-inducing life in vibrant Brixton. I guess I'm just tired of people shitting on Notting Hill. There are a lot of billionaire fucks living there but a lot of normal, struggling human beings live in my home neighbourhood too and it makes me upset seeing its name being used exclusively to refer to its worst inhabitants.
It's not just "these types". I grew up in Notting Hill because my parents moved into a flat on Notting Hill Gate in the seventies when the name of the area was still a byword for race riot. They never had particularly much money and, growing up, neither did I. When I left home - a few years before some Urbanites had a walk around - I had to do so with the knowledge that I would almost certainly never be able to live in my own neighbourhood again. Not that it really feels like my neighbourhood any more. The Portobello Road I grew up with is gone, antiques market traders replaced by a giant fucking All Saints, the 163-year-old butcher's shop forced to close by the landlord doubling the rent, etc, etc. It's turned into a tourist hell (more than it ever was) with only scraps of character remaining. And they're blatantly on the way out.
Even though you had only to turn the corner from my block of flats to be standing on a street of millionaires' houses, it was still an area where working class (I guess my family would rate as middle class or something) people could live and get on. When I moved to Brixton three years ago it immediately reminded me of being around Ladbroke Grove, the streets where I attended Carnival maybe twenty times in as many years. A lot is made in this forum of Coldharbour Ward being one of the 10% most deprived in the country, but when you go under the Westway to the north end of Portobello Road you're in Golborne Ward, which is the second most deprived ward in all of London. There was a piece in the Independent about Golborne just a few days ago.
Just to add to the picture, I was also lucky enough to attend a public school, because acing the entrance exam got me a scholarship. I was educated with the children of rich families, much richer than mine ever was or will be. As a result, I have pretty much exactly the kind of posho accent that's so despised around these parts. A couple of months ago I bumped into editor while passing through the South Bank and, while having a chat, compounded that by having to say that I worked - at that time - for a company that facilitated pop up businesses. The perfect storm of a nu-Brixtonite. (A lot of shit is talked about pop ups, but I'll limit getting into the topic to saying here that the vast majority of the ones I worked with were small independent traders and craftspeople doing their hardest to make a living, not £9 "gourmet" hotdog pushers and the like.)
Even though I only moved in recently, I remember Brixton well enough from the crack market days that people were talking about. In 2000, when I was 19, my second ever job was in an office upstairs from the Goose, now TK Maxx (which always makes it a bit odd whenever I pop in there to buy something). I used to work lates, and go home by catching the N159 from outside Morleys. Just getting to the bus stop on that short walk was always an obstacle course of crackheads with sob stories and dealers. On one occasion that I recall particularly well a guy asked me for money in a brusque way and I ignored him because I was too tired to respond after a knackering day. He kept asking and I resorted to pretending not to speak English and started crossing the road. He replied "oh yeah? I'm gonna fucking stab you mate, I'm gonna stab you." I immediately started walking into the Tube station which still had an open entrance and he veered away and was gone. A few minutes later I was on the bus and going home as usual. I remember how messed up the stretch of Coldharbour Lane was between the Ritzy and the Dogstar, too. Even so, I knew that I loved Brixton. Twelve years later I was extremely happy to be able to move into it, in fact onto that same exact stretch that I previously would have done my best to avoid walking down at night.
I'm not currently living in Brixton, because I was living with someone who's now my ex, and so now I'm not, but I really want to move back. While I was on Coldharbour Lane, pretty much all my day-to-day money that had escaped going towards our fairly modest rent ended up within a couple of blocks of our flat - groceries from Electric Avenue and Noor, home goods from Morleys, eating out in Market Row and Brixton Village, drinking in the Dogstar and Kaff, clubbing at the 414, and so on. I wish I'd taken more advantage of the Brixton Pound while I was here, and will do if I come back. I'll admit freely that I love the indoor markets and that they were and are a major part of why I enjoyed being in the area. More nu-Brixton rope for me to hang myself with, I guess.
TL;DR some rando posh noob goes on and on about his yawn-inducing life in vibrant Brixton. I guess I'm just tired of people shitting on Notting Hill. There are a lot of billionaire fucks living there but a lot of normal, struggling human beings live in my home neighbourhood too and it makes me upset seeing its name being used exclusively to refer to its worst inhabitants.
editor
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And it was very pleasant to meet you too!
I've always been of the opinion that I don't really care much where someone is from or how rich they are - it's what they bring to Brixton. Not the Brixton they want to create in their own (upmarket and exclusive) image, but the one that's already here. And that's one of the biggest and saddest changes I've seen in the last 5 years or so: there's far less mixing of people from different backgrounds and cultures. That mix was one of the things that was special to me about Brixton but now it appears we're increasingly living in parallel worlds where money plays the defining and divisive role.
editor
hiraethified
Extra edgy, almost.
Nanker Phelge
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
Angles are the new black(board).
ViolentPanda
Hardly getting over it.
organicpanda
cat herder extraodinaire
update, their application was refused so they are turning it into an upmarket gents outfitters or words to that effect
Onket
Je suis [CONTENT REMOVED]
cuppa tee
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thanks for the update, seems the compulsion to open bars that leanderman
mentioned is more of a compulsion to open anything if the location is groovy enough
btw is there anything online about this development or is it the word on the street
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