What about Streatham then?

Also I spent one of the more surreal nights of my life in Caesar's Palace on the High Road, and I watched all but one of England's games in the last world cup there at a friends house, which had a pool table in the front room , nice!

Also responsible for 'we shall go to the common swings, common swings, common swings, we shall go to the common swings when we all go out to play'. AND FEEDING THE DUCKS! Yes you feed the ducks with the OLD CHILDREN you had before you forgot to feed them and they TURNED BLUE.

[Lifts up flap of Penguin wrapper to reveal punchline]

Because all the traffic lights got stuck!

C'est sans doute la misere de cette experience dans un lieux aussi tenebreux et glauque qui a contribue a mon exile definitive de ce cloaque d'Angleterre.

Pour les putes, ma foi, je n'etais jamais tenté. Plutot rester celebataire qu'aller chez Madame Cynthia.

The 159 would have taken you from Streatham to Trafalgar Square. The 137 goes to Oxford Street but via Sloane Square and Knightsbridge. I suppose you could have taken the 137 to Clapham Common and then changed onto an 88 to take you to Trafalgar Square.

Impossible maintenant de croire que, a un certain epoque, j'etais le Des Esseintes de Streatham! Maintenant il y a un autre la, c'est Max Tundra, artiste electronique et gentilhomme bourgeois. Mon remplacement, en quelque sort. Mon double, mon frere! Hypocrite lecteur des echantillons numeriques!

Je la memoire = j'ai la memoire

"Really nice big house in Streatham Hill, near BR and Bus and up the road on a bus to Brixton Tube. Double room in 5 bed house (we keep the small room spare) big lounge and kitchen Diner, along with big garden for the BBQ's.

All girls in the house working in media stuff. Looking for easy going nice person to share."

young ad exec girls + BBQs = either my wildest fantasy or worst frightmare EVER

wottabout "Streatham Hill" then, any cop? yes i know i've already been told off about it but the price is excellent (325 pounds) and I would have lots of room. It's the transport isn't it.

scary. tell me if they are actually talking to people, loudly on mobiles, or just themselves.

It looks very bereft boarded up, and McCluski's Bar looks anything but luminous.

I mean, our Villll-arrrrge name means "Village with the massive STREET" in Saxon.

e.g. Oxford Street != a high street

In any event, the absence of any decent record shops and bookshops (including the one formerly decent bookshop which now seems to be turning into a plant shop) disqualifies it.

I understand Momus' relief at heading back north of t'river. Looks like we might be moving to Fulham next year OK yah!

I note with sadness the closure of said bookshop turning into a plant shop.

It hasn't quite closed - Broken Arrow has moved into that dingy parade of semi-shops around the back of Streatham Hill BR, but only the head stuff; the secondhand book stock they've left in the custody of the British Heart Foundation shop across the road. I suppose the appearance of the latter may have contributed to expediting the shop's decline but in truth they had about half the books in stock that they did a few years ago.

Nevertheless, it's effectively the disappearance of something else which made a nondescript high street seem just that little bit special, or different... :-(