“I could be a writer with a growing reputation; I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station. What a waste . . . What a waste.”
I used to walk past that ticket man made famous by Ian Dury’s lyrics on regular occasion. Going to and from Chelsea matches at Stamford Bridge. It was always a man, as I remember. Not that I paid too much attention.
Except for one particular Wednesday night game against Continue reading
A Life of Crime vs. The Free Market Supplemental
‘The Elephant and Castle shopping centre, once a symbol of hope and regeneration could be on its last legs…’ started a BBC article published while I was in the throes of finishing The Life of Crime vs. series.
If hearing a similar statement when living nearby—permanently 1984 to 86 and then again 1988 to 99—I would’ve partied hard like it was the latter year.
A Life of Crime vs. The Free Market V
A funny thing about the ‘workingman’: no matter how hard the times, he always manages to find enough money for beer.
I thought it was just Communist Grandad (Papa Redbeard) who’d neglected Continue reading
A Life of Crime vs. The Free Market IV
The Mr T I worked markets with bore no resemblance to the mother-loving one in the video below. Mr T did a bit of this and a bit of that; a real-life ‘Del Boy’ if ever there was one. If you’re getting any ideas of me being the Rodney of the equation, you can Continue reading
A Life of Crime vs. The Free Market III
Below: two pictures of the Walworth Road entrance to East Street (Lane); the arch being a recent addition seemingly serving no other purpose than reinforcing the name change from Lane to Street that took place when the market was moved there from the Walworth Road many years ago, and so making it at odds with Continue reading