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paolo

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The Urban vortex has swirled, and I've been caught.

It's all new to me.



I like

Brixtonians. They're not too down at heel, which would be depressing, but they're not too posh, which would also be depressing given that I'm skint. All a bit jumbled up. Hark at me and my meeedl clarrrssness.

Electric Avenue: That's the best street name in the world. It should perhaps lead to the greatest casinos in Vegas, or one of Gilbert Scott's wonderful deco power plants. But it doesn't. It's a bit rubbish. Someone even made a cheesy record about it. But that's okay. It's still the best street name in the world.


I'm Confused By:

The giant traffic sign on the hill. It's a bit odd for London. I think of LA Story, and expect a lone man to be staring at it in awe, when it eventually says: "No queues in Streatham"

The lack of an Urban75 Bus. I expected a little 10 seater, whizzing around ferrying people to the Albert. That's what I thought "the server" fund was for.


I'm reassured by:

The Albert. Obvious really. On a good night, joining in a conversation, it's difficult to tell who actually knows each other. I call it a festival in a pub. Or maybe I'm just a social pest. But I like it.

M&S. Reassurance I'm not slumming it, whilst I rummage for their cheapest ready meals.

Living just near Paulo'z way. That's me. That's me! Well, sort of.


I'm let down by:

Healthy Bites (is that their name?) not having any rotis, and Negril not managing to put menus in the window. I've still not eaten any jamaican food. My torture might be picky self inflicted, but it *is* torture.

Closed Hill Bars: SBB, SSB. It's a minefield of a very limited alphabet, but hey, there's the Windmill.


I'd like to:

Go to the Ritzy: You can't not want to go anywhere that's called that.

Live here a lot longer. Someone is doing me a big favour at the moment, but I can see myself hanging around* if I get my shit sorted. It's nice.

* I don't mean in their flat. For the benefit of the tape. ;)
 
Also go a bit further up to Lisboa Grill (Formerly the Gallery).

If you're not a veggie that is...
 
In terms of Roti's it's all about the Guyanese Roti Wagon down station road - Tasty K's iirc. They do fine black pudding and pholourie at the w/e too/

There's also a similar Guyanese place in Brixton Village/Granville and the reliable Mr Doubles in Herne Hill, which has also had a Guyanese takeover. We run the roti thing around here, clearly. The Trinis have run scared
;)
 
Damn it, I've left a greengrocer's apostrophe in rotis.

And my work browser won't let me edit for some reason.
:(
 
Wait till the summer, and the joys of Brockwell park and then you will be fully consumed by the vortex.
 
:)

*subscribes to thread*

In terms of Roti's it's all about the Guyanese Roti Wagon down station road - Tasty K's iirc. They do fine black pudding and pholourie at the w/e too/

There's also a similar Guyanese place in Brixton Village/Granville and the reliable Mr Doubles in Herne Hill, which has also had a Guyanese takeover. We run the roti thing around here, clearly. The Trinis have run scared
;)
What is a roti then? I thought it was similar to a chapati :hmm:
 
In terms of Roti's it's all about the Guyanese Roti Wagon down station road - Tasty K's iirc. They do fine black pudding and pholourie at the w/e too/

There's also a similar Guyanese place in Brixton Village/Granville and the reliable Mr Doubles in Herne Hill, which has also had a Guyanese takeover. We run the roti thing around here, clearly. The Trinis have run scared
;)

oooh... that's tempting.

Question (not that I'm becoming insular... ok, so I've not really left... erm, cough) what zone are we in?

Please god not zone three. It's always been my measure of failure. Not Thatcher's bus. No she had that wrong. It's zone three. ;)
 
What happens? :eek:

When the sun is shining you are within walking distance of London's best park.

It has a miniature railway, a secret walled garden, the lido, a tea shop where you can get a full English breakfast or ice cream for not too much money, views of central London, free music and stuff now and again and a lack of people doing military style exercise routines, unlike certain other parks in South London.

And then there is the country fair.
 
Zone 2. Rotis are similar to a chapati fwiw - they're pretty much the most popular dish (with curry) in Trini and Guyana, the places with roughly equal asian/black populations.

Typically folks go for dal puri roti - stuffed with split peas. Or there's the potato, chilli and coriander filled version and things like that.

The one down station road is definitely worth a visit. I have been to Mr Doubles for ages, nor the place in the covered market itself
 
Someone told me there was a zone five.

A zone five!! Yes mate, you and your dragons!! Gah! I dunno.
 
Hey, didn't realise you were a hill newb.

Come down the Windmill for more expensive free gigs;) and maybe some nights when we don;t have bands I can get Minnie to run a tiling workshop.
 
When the sun is shining you are within walking distance of London's best park.

It has a miniature railway, a secret walled garden, the lido, a tea shop where you can get a full English breakfast or ice cream for not too much money, views of central London, free music and stuff now and again and a lack of people doing military style exercise routines, unlike certain other parks in South London.

And then there is the country fair.

:D
 
Hey, didn't realise you were a hill newb.

Come down the Windmill for more expensive free gigs;) and maybe some nights when we don;t have bands I can get Minnie to run a tiling workshop.

Jeez, it's all up up from here. DIY and empty gig venues. :mad:
 
Now you're a resident of that area, you should write to the council and tell them that noise and licensing restrictions have ruined the entertainment quotient of your neeighbourhood. Bloody nimbys.
 
Now you're a resident of that area, you should write to the council and tell them that noise and licensing restrictions have ruined the entertainment quotient of your neeighbourhood. Bloody nimbys.

"The Windmill is a genuinely welcome and unique cultural addition to the area. Few residential areas in London have such a valued space for the performing arts and one that is affordable to local residents."

And if they don't like that, I'll be "cool": I'll do posts in all lower case. That'll fuck them up. Oh yes.
 
Rotis are similar to a chapati fwiw - they're pretty much the most popular dish (with curry) in Trini and Guyana, the places with roughly equal asian/black populations.

Typically folks go for dal puri roti - stuffed with split peas. Or there's the potato, chilli and coriander filled version and things like that.

The one down station road is definitely worth a visit. I have been to Mr Doubles for ages, nor the place in the covered market itself
My ears prick up at mention of food, and what's good locally :)

I think I might've had a roti before then... but will check out the one down station road.

Trip to the Gallery has been put off til later in the month :)
 
Now you're a resident of that area, you should write to the council and tell them that noise and licensing restrictions have ruined the entertainment quotient of your neeighbourhood. Bloody nimbys.

All the newbs on Blenheim Gardens are great and very supportive actually.
Then again, the place is insulated almost to nuclear bunker standards but one other thing they say is that having people coming to and fro and also hanging outside and smoking makes the street feel less tumbleweed and safer.
 
All the newbs on Blenheim Gardens are great and very supportive actually.
Then again, the place is insulated almost to nuclear bunker standards but one other thing they say is that having people coming to and fro and also hanging outside and smoking makes the street feel less tumbleweed and safer.

I can see some sense in that.
 
...
Healthy Bites (is that their name?) not having any rotis, and Negril not managing to put menus in the window. I've still not eaten any jamaican food. My torture might be picky self inflicted, but it *is* torture.
...)
Healthy Eaters, I think you mean, on the crossroads of Electric Avenue and Electric Lane, right by the place the Cla'am peeps go.

Try the all day breakfast, ackee and saltfish, with breadfruit and fried plantain.
 
Healthy Eaters, I think you mean, on the crossroads of Electric Avenue and Electric Lane, right by the place the Cla'am peeps go.

Try the all day breakfast, ackee and saltfish, with breadfruit and fried plantain.

That's it.

Sounds like I should be less conservative with my choice.
 
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