Pernicious Putney and Wicked Wandsworth
As has been oftentimes written … hostelries are not lacking along the Thames in SW15 and SW18 … and today has been, is and will be proof incarnate thereof … starting off with The Waterfront, drifting into The Duke’s Head … dining with chums in West Putney … your writer then found himself in The Jolly Gardeners before arriving in The Crane … about eventually to venture, with others, into the pleasantly refurbished Ram Quarter for a bottled beer tasting. If survival is granted … supper will be taken in The Brewers followed by nightcaps in The Queen Adelaide. So, for the moment, airport expansion issues are blissfully forgotten.
WE LET THE PEOPLE THRIVE
It’s a golden delicious time down here by the river as Apple decides to locate its core UK activities into Wandsworth Borough in the re-imagined Battersea Power Station.
As our politicians … councillors, MPs, Mayors, Cabinet Members – seek to pat each other on each other’s respective backs, so do we, the local citizens, have reasons to be cheerful as well.
Our already pretty good transport links will only improve … let’s go for an extension to the extension of the Northern Line underground service from Battersea Power Station into Wandsworth Town via Battersea High Street, let’s campaign for a new Thames Clipper stop and an all day, 7 days a week riverboat service, let’s get TfL thinking about re-routing Crossrail via the finally developed Power Station site and Embassy Zone.
So here’s to Silicon River and Formula A – welcome to Battersea.
It’s now Autumn … said by some to be the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness … and yet the sun still shines here in Wandsworth with but a wisp of mist above us in the clear blue sky.
However our clear sky camouflages the relatively recent and sad demise of two notable Wandsworthian hostelries … L’Auberge and Brady’s … both much favoured and frequented by the writer over the last few years.
Thankfully many eateries and drinkeries still thrive … the writer resides but 17 minutes away from 17 public houses. And another is scheduled to open soon in the now almost revitalised Ram Quarter.
We hope that somewhere amongst them that there might just be ones as welcoming as these two. And so, inspired by another English writer …. we write that hope springs eternal … even in this opposing season.
Lots to write about as old acquaintanceships are rekindled.
Sadly ,,, rien ne change.
Bonne Année à tous et à toutes.
For one whole hour THE WANDSWORTH VOICE has become THE VENICE VOICE … or indeed LA VOCE DI VENEZIA.
And many comparisons there are … lots of water and lots of bridges … lots of places selling pizza … even the waiters have their visual counterparts in Brady’s …
However … (Don’t Look Now) … unlike Wandsworth, their bridges, albeit only a few centuries older, are in much better nick … and I haven’t seen any decomposing dolphins either.
Finally, for all my literary readers, we doubt whether Thomas Mann would have the same international success with ‘Death in Wandsworth’ and nor would the Bard of Avon have received such lasting renown with ‘Othello: The Moor of Wandsworth’.
We still let the people talk …
The Wandsworth Voice is leaving its beloved Thames for a few days to explore the delights of the northern Adriatic coast and of Slovenia in particular.
Its coast-line rivalling that of Monaco in terms of length will nevertheless be enjoyed but even more so will be the valley of the river Soča, whose emerald blue qualities contrast favourably with the grey, muddied banks of our own noble river.
Photographs and eulogies will follow as the feast of St Martin is celebrated with local fine fare and vintages from the Vinoteka of Vipava.
The coastal exploration will start in but a few hours’ time with a train journey from Venice to Trieste … truly following in the footsteps of Hercule Poirot and his recent impersonators, but, optimistic as ever, hoping to avoid murderous events.
As they say in Belgium … à bientôt or tot zienes … or in Slovenia … se vidimo kmalu.