On The Way Home

A short film of me tootling along the Greenway last friday evening.  When I’m being lazy and feeling a bit chicken – which is most days, if I’m honest – I take this route because it swerves the Bow Roundabout Of Death and The Eastway Of Peril. But it does spit you out – via a maze of hoardings policed by charming ex-Gurkhas –  onto Stratford High Street Of Terror – which is essentially an urban motorway lined by expensive new flats storing what used to be called Yuppies. The Olympic park is 83% finished and looks mighty fine, though last week I had the disappointing news that we won’t be getting in to see anything. No, Mr & Mrs Wheels. You can put up with the dirt, hassle, disruption, noise and sometimes danger of having one of the world’s largest civil engineering projects on your doorstep, but you and all the other locals will have to compete for tickets with the rest of the world, pal. And don’t even think of cycling in the ‘Olympic VIP Lanes’ – they’re reserved for the Politburo on pain of hanging with piano wire a £200 fine.

See that lime green tower thing in the distance? That the View Tube – a visitor centre made from recycled containers. On the ground floor is a very good café. The ironic hipster ‘taches of the waiters give the impression of it being staffed by delicate 1980s squaddies.

About teninchwheels

Designer, photographer and Vespa-fixated pub bore. Born in Yorkshire, living in that London these past 20 years. Get in touch at teninchwheels@gmail.com, especially if you'd like to send me some free beer.
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