Dave Hill has given my old blog a warm send off:
The first Hackney-based blog I ever discovered was Quink’s brilliant Hackney Lookout. Mostly, it was pure observational stuff: wry, comic, sometimes incredulous vignettes of encounters with strange and possibly quite dangerous people he met on his patch up in Stamford Hill.
Inveterate Dave Hill readers will have spotted that he wasn’t writing at his usual blog, Temperama, but from a relatively new venture called Claptonian in which he documents day-to-day life in his neighbourhood somewhere near the middle of Murder Mile.
As you may know, Lower Clapton is home to some of the most deprived communities in Britain. It has some great places within it, and some fine people, but it is not somewhere most folks dream of living. Which is why I was surprised earlier this week when I had this conversation with my cousin, who used to live in Upper Clapton, then in Lower Clapton, and who now has a house a bit further south in Hackney. We were sitting in Springfield Park in the sun, trying to keep tabs on our assorted children.
“Why don’t you come down to Homerton?”
“Homerton? I thought you lived in Lower Clapton?”
“No, we’re in Homerton.”
“It’s on the border, though, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but I always say Homerton. If you say Lower Clapton people might think you were putting it on.”
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I live in Homerton but I always say I live in Hackney Wick. I like the word ‘wick’. It sounds grumpy. Is it snobbery?
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