>Lovers Lane

On sunday we paid our first visit to Brick Lane Market for about 4 years. My goodness, it’s changed. Until we moved to Glittering Leytonstone we lived in the environs of The Lane for the thick end of 12 years. My first visit to the market was with my then girlfriend (now Mrs TIW) and her dad, early one autumn morning in 1992 – a year or so before we moved to the area. The market to my companions was nothing new, they both grew up in the East End. To a wide-eyed boy who’d been in the capital for only two months it was almost like walking into a modern-day Dickens novel. The streets back then were swarming with geezers, chancers, wideboys, barrowboys, preachers, feral kids, mock-auctioneers and card sharps. If I’d seen a fakir doing the Indian rope trick I wouldn’t have been a bit surprised. There were walnut-faced crones in headscarves, wheezing old men, blokes who looked like Mike Reid eating rollmops with their orange wives, circling pickpockets and a knot of big-eared skinheads selling neo-nazi hatezines. Alongside the official stalls flogging fruit, boiler suits, padlocks, damp books, live crabs, toys, hammers and brushes were the amateur pitches selling junk of every flavour. Betamax video recorders, bike parts pinched from the West End, headless Barbie dolls, musty curtains, 80s top shelf mags by the pile. There was one old boy selling bent, rusty nails and an oily towel. If you knew who to ask you could buy a monkey from a nervous Italian in a pub.
The whole area was dominated by the old Bishopsgate Goods Yard, a solid redbrick complex of switchyards and warehouses which was originally built in the 1840s. There’s a massive redevelopment going on as the site is to become the new Shoreditch overground station. A new bowstring bridge has been placed over Shoreditch High Street, with a smaller one over Brick Lane which slices through the old arches on Grimsby Street. It has all the grace of a park bench dropped onto a model village. Hideous, and on sunday I wasn’t prepared for it at all. To me, the railway arches were a large part of the areas unique appeal. It was also somewhat sad to find that some of of the old stalls had gone, replaced with empty spaces, a van selling pies and even a couple of blokes selling tourist tat. Health and safety legislation seems to have done for the ‘fly’ traders along Bethnal Green road, although you could still buy your stolen bike back on Sclater Street. The Coppermill plant, where bales of old cotton pyjamas were sorted on the first step to becoming banknotes had been part demolished with the site earmarked for – sigh – flats. You can’t expect the past to be preserved in aspic, but some of the developments going on in the Brick Lane area seem to be killing off what made the area so appealing to me and many others in the first place – the effortless grimy charm of it all.
It was good to see that two old stalwarts remained – Blackman’s (Buy Your Boots Where Your Dad Got His) is still shoeing the workers of the East End and the salt beef bagels from the Bagel Bake tasted as good as ever, even if the cabbies and elderly hardmen in the queue have been replaced by self-facilitating media nodes and their tiny Japanese girlfriends.


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4 Responses to >Lovers Lane

  1. Anonymous says:

    >ah, golden days indeed sir. I remember many a quality bagel with you in the early hours of a Sunday morning. Are they still flogging them 24 hours a day?The Mouse

  2. >I know who you are!Yes they are, and I’m happy to say they seem to be busier than ever. Just the thing after a sesh at the Golden Heart back when it was possible to get a seat.Shame we have to grow up ain’t it?

  3. Affer says:

    >What a wonderfully evocative description of an area that once was real ‘London’. The two sides of London are so separate: firstly the old City with stunning architecture and monuments, upkept (at least externally) for the tourist; then the REAL London of mazy, dirty backstreets and archway lockups. Some of it deserves to go, but when it is ALL gone, replaced by blocks of flats to meet the incoming hordes, I really fear we shall have Museum London…and not much of the original character left.

  4. Anonymous says:

    >When I was a child you could buy dogs and cats in wire cages and monkeys down Brick lane, my dad would never let us buy one because he said ‘they all probably had fleas’ Mrs TIW

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