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Reg - I think you are correct, this may not explain the origins of the name of the road ! OnlyMe - could be but I think there were several building up already between here and Sydenham and if not buildings then trees would have blocked the view.

Brendan I think I read somewhere that Crystal Palace was rebuilt after being taken down from somewhere like Hyde Park therefore I'm minded to believe the route taken to carry the materials (if by canal) was from the North. So if a canal was used it would possibly have been down to Camberwell... Muley - thanks for your contribution, that is beautiful !!

I think the canal went as far as Camberwell. However the other points you raised carry weight and are indisputable !

Well guys there's some varied input here ! There may still be an argument for it having been named after the haulage to the CP of materials to build it, since it looks like (compared to Barry and Lordship) an easier gradient for haulage which in those days I guess was horse and cart. Penguin68 - good points. How can we have so many streets and know not where/why the name originates ? There must be a categoric and coherent answer out there, anymore suggestions ? Andystar - interesting point.....

Someone told me that it was because a lot of the materials for building the Crystal Palace were carried down this road (presumably after it was dismantled in Hyde park or wherever the Great Exhibition was), but I don't think so as it only covers about a mile of the journey. Any other (and more convincing) reasons known ? Feel free to chip-in with the usal witty (subjective), inaccurate and sarcastic contributions.

You're a sharp one Ted.

CitizenD - if you get to hear anymore pls let me know. tonyw3 - I'm sure both Ivy (the lady in subject) AND Ladymuck are very sweet. Ladymuck - Of course, I will update all you good folks as I know you cannot wait to hear what happened to Ivy. Was she dragged off to some awful old-people's home in her negligee ? Has she passed away unnoticed by myself and other shoppers some time ago ? Did she finally secure a house on Court Lane to finally, though virtually posthumously, satsify her ambition to live on the 'lovely Lane' ? Any other info will be appreciated she was a key fixture when shopping on LL.

just don't burn a great hole in the turf by using those 'disposable' BBQs. Insulate from the ground with at least 2 x bricks thick base or a frame to hold off the ground.

How scarey to read the aggression against this poor person who just wants to keep his favourite restaurant to himself ! Who cares what his reason is, doesn't he have the right ? Where is his obligation to anyone else and why is it taken so personally by so many people as an attack on them or that he's trying to elevate his/herself over the rest of us ?! Somebody tried guessing and got it wrong - big deal. Why all this negativity and over-sensitive reaction ? 'SKS' - don't be initimidated or bullied.

This gentleman was bored with the subject of threads on EDF and decided to take matters into his own hands. A defining feature of the ED type these days.

Did anyone know this wonderful old lady called Ivy, she was short and petite and aged around her early 80's I would guess, snow white hair and as chatty as could be. She told stories of being a dancer in the 30's or 40's and of working 9something quite physical I remember her saying) during the war. I think she said she lived around Chesterfield Grove / Melbourne Grove and mentioned she had a large house and hubby had departed and she was sadly all alone in it. The council were allegedly tring to get her out of her house into an old people's home and wanted her to sell her house to finance this plan. She (bizarrely to me !) always raved about wishing she could move to Court Lane where 'its lovely'. She was always up and down LL shopping and stoping everywhere to chat, she seemed to know plenty of people around and I guess she did her socialising by hanging out on the strip. My guess is she's sadly departed by now but you never know, she may just be unable to get about. I know my description probably covers 75% of women in that age group in the area at that time, but hey, don't ask don't get.. so..... any info / anyone knew (knows) her or what happened to this sweet lady ??

While strolling through Hayes Grove onto Copleston Rd on Saturday evening at 6.20pm a small silver hatchback turned into Hayes Grove, I didn't pay it any attention as I was on my 'phone headset having a conversation with my 3yr old daughter. As the car went past the driver braked sharply and wound his window down saying 'who the f*ck are you looking at you c*nt', I assumed he was talking to someone behind me and carried on walking, but then he shouted again and when I stopped to turn around I could see he was looking back at me and, by now the passenger door had opened a few inches and it looked like the chap there was waiting for the go-ahed from his buddy in the drivers seat. I acted totally passive and said I was just talking to my little girl is all. My instinct tells me ANY non-compliant move at that point would have resulted in an assault, these guys were looking for it in every sense of the word. In to time they had turned their car around in Hayes Grove (a cul de sac) and shot off down Copleston Rd (I stood behind a van until they passed). I think it's so unfair to suffer such unexpected fear when I'm just walking down the road, I was quite shaken and then was overcome with anger about it all. Since it seemed like these guys were up for it I wonder if anyone else around that area (or elsewhere) experienced anything similar. Very soon afterwards I heard several distinct 'nee-naw, nee-naw' police siren sounds and wondered if my new friends had got themselves a 'kill'. I really hope they did not pick on someone else and actually execute what they seemed so determined to given the sightest prompt. In case anyone asks the driver was white, early 30s, unshaven but not quite a full beard, passenger I think was white that's all I can tell. Too fast and traumatised to get the car reg else would have for sure.

any info on this ? these trains running both ways ?

adult store.

Georgia O' Keefe.

Barman in the Paul Raymond Revue Bar in mid-80's. ner ner, ner ner ner.

I often get cabs to City airport but for early flights like 7.30 since you have to get there early I'm often in a cab by 0545-0600 and it takes 25-30 mins that time of day. Later though the masses are up and about and you need to allow a lot of time. Beware the cab firms that charge 'waiting costs' for collection at City airport because of the 'holding area' for waiting cars where supposedly they pay to wait somewhere for you to arrive.

If that was addressed to me Keef, I wasn't at St. John's, I think that was somebody else on this thread. Tracksuit man was probably mid-forties and always came in for the last pint just before last orders, he wore jeans trainers and a tracksuit TOP (not whole tracksuit). But he (and the other characters) were so consistent in their manner and appearance we just had to coin nicknames for them !!

Also, I pointed the said mate I used to visit the CPT with and he pointedout Tracksuit Man (how could I vere forget), his words not mine....: " Remember Tracksuit Man ? greasy haired short guy with bad skin and glasses ? Nearly always came into the pub with his wife whom he never spoke to ? Is that the guy ? Well is it ? Punk ? " Top entertainment in CPT inthe old days, then they got all funny about workclothes and other rules and boom no customers anymore - strange that.

CPT had a front bar where the caribbean chaps used to play dominoes all day and in the back bar there were some odd characters back in the early 1990's when they had live music quite a lot, i remember distinctly some chaps who I and my flatmate coined names for : Cardigan Man - guy in his late 50's always wore 1970's brown/orange/cream combo cardigans that zipped-up with big ring-pull zippers. Astaire - Older little guy who used to get carried away when the live music was on, pulling all sortsof crazy moves as the alcohol and music drove him wild. Hit Man - A guy in his 50's who said he was a car salesman but his real job wass a spy for the Govt. and he'd even had to kill his own wife and daughter to prove to the Govt he was 'true' to the cause of the country. Where the ED Deli is there was a (Cypriot I think) couple who had the entire premises, half was a greasy cafe and the other half was eventually given over to secondhand childrens/baby stuff, great brekkys there. Dave The Butcher - somewhere near where Cheese Block is now, Dave was a right card who fiercely opposed and generated a lot of support against the impending new Sainsbury's at Dog kennel Hill which, if I'm not mistaken, dstroyed a lot of the butcher/fishmonger/grocer commerec around Lordship Lane when it finally did open. Maria's cafe opposite CPT - Greasy cafe which also did Caribbean food like jerk, rice n peas and goat curry, lovely lady she was. EDT was a quiet miserable pub. Forresters pub - where bishop is now. pool tables and attitude form barman. No posers in there.

Sally if you stick to the larger well-lit streets you should be fine, walk near other people. I'm not convinced it's that bad here.

The 8.14 was 2 mins late at 8.16 but it WAS there. I know I even got on it.

SteveT wrote: "I long to hear "go to cashier number twelve please" rather than wait half an hour." You may well hear that phrase, but cashier desks 2 to 11 will probably be closed....

queued 30 mins last week to posta little parcel. needed a passport application form this week, so just went straight to counter said excuse me to person being served and requested one over the shoulder of person being served. took 30 secs. gotta draw the line somewhere.

So basically the 'coked-up' elements in a drunken crowd can be summarised by : - thrashing their tongues around like a washing machine - talking a lot, perhaps in a non-colloqial accent - being self-indulgent when in conversation - foaming at the mouth Anything to add to this description guys, is this the full coked-up spec ? The description above has a clear biase towards the oral characteristics of said inbibers does it not. therefore as I stroll down LL this weekend's afternoons I shall be scanning the mouths of drinkers for these giveaway signs that I can confidently declare I've spotted my very own cokeheads. And these gentlemen are, to some EDFers, deemed preferential to pass on the street that standard drunks.