Kanda
Diving wanker
yes I know, I was contrasting that with what I saw.
How were they forced out?
We were living at my nan's. A 2 bed with us 3, my nan and an uncle. No choice of housing in London, told to move to MK or get nothing.
yes I know, I was contrasting that with what I saw.
How were they forced out?
We were living at my nan's. A 2 bed with us 3, my nan and an uncle. No choice of housing in London, told to move to MK or get nothing.
and the Council couldn't offer you anything?
In 1976? A flat with a shared bathroom in a tenement maybe!
Shared bathrooms in 1976?
Have a look at the old peabodys, it was pretty grim (for some) back then.
What years did they start installing individual loos then?
I don't know, my old dear and sisters lived in one in SW1 in the 70s and it was like this that's all I know.
Hi everybody.
I've recently bought a house in Brixton which I'm converting from two flats back into one house (as it was before) ... I'd love to why a bit of 'gentrification' (which I don't think is really the right word in Brixton’s case) is such a 'bad' thing?
Matey - it sounds suspiciously like you bought the house 50 yards up the road from me!
how lovely
He can join your quiz
Shared bathroom and loo (without handbasin) into the 1990s in some of the privately let tenements over the shops along Streatham High Rd.Shared bathrooms in 1976?
Shared bathroom and loo (without handbasin) into the 1990s in some of the privately let tenements over the shops along Streatham High Rd.
It was pretty gruesome - VP's spartan studio flat was the most expensive in the tenement because it had its own bathroom (the landlord had lived there before he expanded in every sense of the word and became stinking rich, or one of his caretakers had). As for the fire escape...
how lovely
He can join your quiz
Could also tell him that most of the many muggings in our street happen outside his new house!
only just had a chance to join this thread. Been running one of those gentrifying businesses.
Yes, that article in the Standard annoyed me. "Cleaning up the area" is a pretty unpleasant euphemism.
But as Nanker says, Brixton has always been changing, in the 20-odd years I've been here and before that. As Boohoo says, it's had its little waves of trendy glory in the past. Sometimes, when I tell people I live in Brixton, the reaction is "bit rough isn't it"; at other times, it's "cool!".
In the late 80s, we were an early wave of "gentrifiers" - we could afford to buy a proper house in Brixton (which we've always kept full of people) or a poky flat in Clapham. We had a lot of choice of properties being sold by retiring Windrush generation Jamaicans, going back to the islands with a nest-egg and a steady pension. (That's another story; it didn't turn out too well for them). We'd always fancied Brixton, but the day we moved in we fell in love. In the years we'd rented in Clapham, we'd barely been acknowledged by our neighbours. Our new neighbours were instantly friendly - if a little chauvinistic in a lovely way: elderly gentlemen wouldn't let my young, healthy but female partner carry the heavy furniture from the van. Children invited themselves into our house ("We can come in?") and stayed until their Mum, whose name we didn't know, knocked on the door because it was time for their tea. It's changed loads since those innocent days, and we are a part of that change. In the 1980s, it was almost monoculturally Jamaican; but it's not just us middle-class white folk who've changed the mix.
And now I work on the front line of gentrification in Brixton Village, where I'm trying to make a business and create work locally.
Granville Aracade was unbearable on Saturday afternoon.
Time was when you could walk the length of Second Avenue on a Saturday afternoon and not see a soul.Granville Aracade was unbearable on Saturday afternoon.
when was that then?Time was when you could walk the length of Second Avenue on a Saturday afternoon and not see a soul.
Time was when you could walk the length of Second Avenue on a Saturday afternoon and not see a soul.
Not necessarily. Unless you looked through their windows.Well that's a slight exaggeration, 'cos you'd see the shopkeepers
And now I work on the front line of gentrification in Brixton Village, where I'm trying to make a business and create work locally.
Not necessarily. Unless you looked through their windows.
bloody when was that then?Time was when you could walk the length of Second Avenue on a Saturday afternoon and not see a soul.