A Modest Proposal

Idea for a tram network, off the back of all this talk of infrastructure capex; here’s one scheme I think would genuinely help some of London’s more deprived areas… apologies for poor renderings…

Tottenham was a depressed, underemployed and somewhat, well, disconnected area before the riots. It’s home, and I love it, but we feel a bit neglected here.

So, inspired by Edinburgh’s bungled attempt (inspired to do it *properly* I should say), I would like to suggest that Tottenham becomes the hub of a new tram network for London. The government is planning to spend on infrastructure projects – while this is a good thing to do, they are doing it for the wrong reasons and they are choosing bad schemes. The High Speed route is ridiculous – there’s a post coming up with my ideas on how that should be improved (!).

Anyway, four main reasons for the project generally, then three reasons why Tottenham deserves to be the HQ:

1) London’s public transport is heaving and overly expensive, and needs augmenting with alternatives

2) London’s roads are clogged and cars now need actively to be removed from circulation

3) London has significant ‘black holes’ in its mass transit system

4) At other points, London relies overly heavily on buses which are subject to external restraints

A tram on route 149 passes Wards Corner

And why Tottenham?

i) As Seven Sisters rail-tube interface shows, we are ideally placed as a meeting point for routes from North and East of London to head down either into the City or to the West End; however, intermediate points on those lines are not served well, and many people are priced off the tube and trains

ii) There is underused brownfield land available for offices, depots and control centres. Moreover, the Wards Corner campaign has shown a great community desire to rejuvenate the area around Seven Sisters. Surely in the aftermath of the riots a similar spirit could be invoked further north around Bruce Grove too.

iii) Back to the opening sentence: Tottenham deserves a break. The Swan garage used to be a major bus hub; with White Hart Lane desperately short of public transport capacity, the area could once again be a home for mass transit.

A tram on the revised 29 route, from Wood Green to Euston (eventually Brixton)

So here’s my idea. A wider tram network for London, not precisely like the Croydon Tramlink, which is too heavy (essentially like the Edinburgh version) and is better thought of as Light Rail. Instead, we should pursue a pedestrian, bus and cycle friendly road-tram, on a human scale – in my mind, the size of two double decker buses on most routes, though some of the suggested spur routes (especially Highbury to Highgate and Muswell Hill) would need to be single-decker due to existing infrastructure restrictions.

In design terms, I am naturally drawn to elements of the trams of the past rather than the buses of the present. Recognising the heritage of London Transport in a way the daft new ‘routemasters’ really don’t, I would like to see designs which incorporate features of the trams linked to here. The somewhat crude pictures I have sketched out don’t really do my daydreams justice, but as you can see I’m not much of an artist! The wheels would be more or less shielded for safety, and the doors would open at platform level for step-free access.

Phase one, as I imagine it, would essentially see Seven Sisters Road turned over to trams, with an occasional lane of one-way northeast-bound car traffic for getting on and off the road, but not as a through route. The idea, as you can probably imagine, only works in the context of a wider traffic-reduction plan, which is entirely necessary in my view. The compensation is, to me, worth it – a 24-hour fast, safe and cheap transport link which would take you from (say) Edmonton to Euston in around 40 minutes for (say) a pound. Mass transit as it used to be, when it was correctly recognised as necessary.

Here is phase one, as I conceive it – the bracketed destinations are future extensions:

Phase One: North East London (click to enlarge)

Following that, a second network with the A10 as its main thoroughfare could open up, running from Edmonton and Tottenham Hale (as with phase one) down to London Bridge and Elephant and Castle, then eventually through to Brixton where it would meet another line coming down from Camden. Incidentally that latter idea was almost put into effect recently, but the Mayor blocked it. Having Brixton as a southern hub with fast access to the City and the West End would do wonders for a whole chunk of the area south of the river.

Junction at High Cross - sorry about the poor freehand drawing...

The spirit I wish to evoke is that of buses ten or twenty years ago. Not too overcrowded, frequent, and with a clear run at their destination. While TfL and its private collaborators can wheel out statistics saying the bus network is fine and dandy, my experience (even as a partisan defender of buses) suggests that on many of the routes under consideration here, they are stuffed to the gills, often stuck in traffic and increasingly expensive. Buses used to be the cheap option. Since the 73 was scrapped between Tottenham and Stoke Newington a couple of weeks ago, it is now impossible to travel from Tottenham to the West End on one bus.

The Tottenham Hub

It’s disgraceful, really, and targets a less affluent demographic, essentially saying ‘you won’t need to get into the West End in your situation’. Affordability – actively subsidised pricing, at around a pound a single, with as few necessary changes as possible (achieved by long routes and in opposition to the current bus policy of shortening services).

So there it is. Uncosted, as I’m no expert, and sketched very roughly, as (said above) I’m no artist. But the idea is this: a tram network, initially focussed on a Tottenham hub, running from Edmonton (eventually Enfield) in the north to the City (eventually Brixton) in the South; from Tottenham Hale (eventually Walthamstow and Woodford) and Homerton (eventually Hackney Wick) in the east to Camden (eventually Regent’s Park) and Euston in the west. Additionally the old Muswell Hill to Finsbury Park line could be integrated – single-decker, as mentioned above – running through to Highbury & Islington.

Published in: on September 21, 2011 at 11:04 am  Leave a Comment  

Productive Land: August

Still no chickens, and still raining a lot, but we got some lovely food from the garden…

August was cool and wet, which really knocked the wind out of the growing season. We ended up with a lot of leggy plants with limited end product, and a whole load of split tomatoes. Still, it wasn’t all bad news. We had plenty of tomatoes – sweet cherries for salads, larger softer tasting specimens for sauces, and some unsubtle beefsteaks for slicing. The runner beans came through with a vengeance too, giving us a couple of portions perhaps twice a week – about as flavoursome as runner beans get and not too stringy.

Beans by night

Another star performer – perhaps the best so far, actually – was the rocket. Bowls and bowls of wonderful, peppery rocket. There were a few other salad leaves too, but the abiding memory of the August crop will be some feisty little leaves standing up well to parmesan and steak, as a base for a tomato salad, or simply as an addition to a sandwich. The rain meant the salad just kept coming. The leeks and beetroot also enjoyed the wet weather, while the white and red onions seemed to hit a bit of a wall; we did, though, get a few spring onions.

Spring onions

We had to harvest the pumpkin a good month early. The windward side of it had become riddled with soft flesh and mould, and creatures seemed to be burrowing in. To save the rest, I cut it down and sliced off the offending third or so, leaving a couple of nights’ worth of delicious – if somewhat tangy (due to under-ripeness) – roast pumpkin. The key part of the pumpkin story was the slight furore it caused with one of the community groups who use the community centre at the library. I was hanging out the washing and heard “the pumpkin has GONE!” and “they took away the PUMPKIN! I was WATCHING that every day!” I hadn’t realised we’d been entertaining the locals, who would now have to put up with the far less impressive sight of slowly ripening tomatoes…

Pumpkin! Very early pumpkin...

On the chicken front, we felt that the noise and disruption the decking construction and kitchen refit would cause meant a slight delay was for the best. Enough should have been done in the next few days to go and fetch the pair of Speckled Sussexes though!

So here was the garden at the end of August. The chicken coop roof in the bottom left with the woodpile hinting at the upheaval going on out of shot: earthworks for the decking, all sorts of other works for the new kitchen.

Published in: on September 15, 2011 at 8:01 pm  Comments (1)  

Tiddly-Om Prom Prom Prom Prom

Four proms! Bit of a backlog, sorry!

In brief, then: Mendelssohn’s Elijah (Prom 58) a couple of weeks ago was understated, but rich and rewarding. It’s one of a group of good-but-perhaps-not-great choral pieces which form the backbone of amateur choral singing. The tale of a firebrand preacher and his travails occasionally reaches genuine fever pitch but much of it is taken at an amble, though a pleasant one. Not a spectacular piece – more safe and solid – but consummately played and beautifully sung by an array of choirs under the direction of Paul McCreesh.

If only the same could be said for Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony (Prom 61), which was a bit of a disaster. I always try to get to the Proms’ Ninths, being probably my favourite piece of all-time (wow, outré, I know), but this version was a dud. To be fair to the choirs – the BBC Symphony and Philharmonia Choruses – their entry marked a great improvement on the first three-and-a-half movements which were error-strewn both in terms of timing and notation. Of the soloists, Iain Paterson (bass-baritone) was outstanding. What David Robertson was up to as conductor I’m not sure. The intricate parts were taken so fast as to exacerbate the technical errors, whereas some of the more exciting, pacy sections were taken at a ponderous crawl. The brass had a woeful night, harrumphing their way through erroneous motifs and mistimed entries, and the woodwind fared little better. One to forget, unfortunately, which was a shame for the Fitkin/Yo-Yo Ma first half – a fascinating musical experiment then eclipsed by a bungled classic.

Fortunately I only had to wait four days for the Beethoven karma to be restored with a wonderful performance of the Missa Solemnis (Prom 67), which was – until the Mahler 5 – my prom of the season. A very good piece, if a little front-loaded, the Missa Solemnis rarely garners the plaudits of its more illustrious comparables. Whether this is because Beethoven is more obviously on firmer ground orchestrally I’m not sure, but the Missa as delivered here was as subtle as Bach’s Passions (though lacking their grand thematic resolutions) and as lush as Brahms’ Requiem (though again, once beyond the opening, without the big-hitting themes). Perhaps that’s the problem – it’s all of a piece, and at a fairly sustained level; that’s a problem only in as much as it demands attention though. I actually found myself happily able to drift away into a sort of trance.

Then, just two days later, Mahler’s Fifth Symphony (Prom 69) raised the stakes further. The Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra, under Honeck, were simply breathtaking. Playing with none of the icy technical reserve which sometimes afflicts North American ensembles (but likewise none of the bungling which afflicted the BBCSO a few nights earlier!), the PSO gave a lush, bright, and crisp rendition. So much of the performance was flawless, from the snatch of Wagner’s Lohengrin which opened the programme, via backing Ann-Sophie Mutter’s personalised Gesungene Zeit by Rihm. The Mahler, though, was the apex. With its nods to Tchaikovsky’s Fifth, it’s an epic romantic symphony but tinged with the detachment of modernity. Somehow it brings Thomas Mann to mind, with that collision of the past and the present at a particular time. Just great – catch it on iPlayer if you can!

Published in: on September 8, 2011 at 3:30 pm  Leave a Comment  

Down to Margate

A family birthday in East Kent occasioned a morning in Margate, site of some rapid (but extremely localised) gentrification…

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Published in: on September 5, 2011 at 8:59 pm  Leave a Comment  

Politicising defence cuts

Having made an issue of cuts to one massively overfunded, corrupt, repressive and inefficient institution – the police – many opposition (specifically Labour) politicians are now making a political issue of cuts to the defence budget. These are two absurd populist dead-ends.

The British military is ridiculously inflated. Our procurement procedures are a complete disaster, but that’s only part of it. We have one of the largest standing armies in the world at 175,000 (plus 200,000 reserves). For the size of our territory that is a vast number – we could stand a soldier every fifty yards around the 11,000 miles of mainland coast in case of invasion!

Is that really what we are worried about, though? Our fellow big spenders give a clue to our real aspirations. We currently spend 2.7% of GDP on defence (thankfully down from 4% in 1990), right in line with Turkey, Iran, India, Pakistan and South Korea, and behind only a few comparable countries – Israel (6.9%), the USA (4.7%), Colombia (4.1%) and Greece (4%).* Militarized superpower China lags behind at a pedestrian 2%.

Jim Murphy MP incredulously asked us to imagine, on the Today programme this morning, an island nation without an aircraft carrier! Can you imagine?! How many aircraft carriers does Iceland have? Or Ireland? Or Madagascar? Or New Zealand? None, obviously.

Other social democracies manage to get by on far less, often around half of UK spend: Spain: 1.3% ; Germany: 1.4% ; Brazil: 1.6% ; Norway: 1.5% ; Belgium: 1.4% ; Sweden 1.3%  ; the Netherlands: 1.5% ; Australia: 1.9% ; Canada: 1.4% ; Italy: 1.7%.

And those plucky, bristling island fortresses: Ireland: 0.6% ; New Zealand: 1.1% ; Japan: 1% ; Iceland 0.1%.

We are told, of course, that we ‘punch above our weight’ in global military terms, as if this is something to aspire to. The mawkish scenes at Wootton Bassett, thankfully now ended, are part of this, as are the deeply hypocritical tabloid campaigns on behalf of our ‘heroes’. It’s actually insulting to those who do something really heroic to have such terms bandied around so universally and loosely. Not least when you’re hacking their relatives’ phones.

Those other global big spenders are either overt colonialists, though, or in a state of permanent war. Israel also punches above its weight, likewise North Korea. India and Pakistan punch one another. Only France, among our neighbours, has similar post-colonial (or rather neo-colonial) attitudes, spending 2.4% of GDP and, with a key role in the Libyan conflict, distracting voters at home from Sarkozy’s many failings with hints at a supposedly glorious geopolitical past.

It’s puffed-up, pompous nonsense in France, as it is here in Britain. Expensive and anti-democratic nonsense too, since in both countries – as in the United States – what Eisenhower referred to as the “huge industrial and military machinery of defense” has a choking grip on public subsidy. The arms trade generates painfully easy money for capital and is something the British have traditionally excelled at. Misery money.

We should be looking to cut at least 40% of our spending on the military, putting us in line with other social democracies. So while I am opposed to all the cuts implemented on austerity grounds, I have little sympathy with our bloated and deeply inefficient military, and even less for the unscrupulous suppliers. Even in boom times there would be much to be trimmed there.

*2009-2010 figures

Published in: on September 1, 2011 at 7:45 am  Comments (3)  

A couple more proms (41 and 42)…

Last week there were two more prom outings, though again lots has intervened to delay writing about them – hence, just a few words on each…

On Sunday 14th it was (almost) all about Benjamin Britten. Britten I find to be like aural fudge – often quite delicious but you can find yourself having overindulged and feeling queasily sick all of a sudden. Not much danger of that here though, as this was a programme of intriguing works. We missed the Jody Talbot through tardiness but were safely in our seats for the Cantata Misericordium and Sinfonia da Requiem which made up the first half. Neither was as stately or stuffy as the subject matter would imply; Britten’s characteristic playfulness extends into the realms of holiness and death. The Sinfonia da Requiem was particularly good – the highlight of the evening for me – and all the more impressive having been woven together at the tender age of twenty-six.

The Spring Symphony was, by and large, great. Many of the settings are just perfect, marrying pastoralism with modernist orchestration in a way which avoids the lurking parochialist danger. It’s something of a patchwork though, and of its many short sections some did misfire. I said there were no sickly moments but then I recalled the massed ranks of screechy schoolboys rasping their way through George Peele’s hackneyed images of ‘strawberries swimming in cream’ and ‘schoolboys playing in a stream’ (or was it on a green?). The aseasonality of the fruit was noted by my companions. Aside from that, though, a fine evening of music. The BBC Singers, Symphony Chorus and Symphony Orchestra provided their usual rich sound, tightly marshalled by Mark Wigglesworth who was standing in at short notice.

Back the following night for Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake, sans ballet dancers. I had set myself up to be underwhelmed, having seen this danced wonderfully at Covent Garden a few months ago, and I wondered just how much the lack of visuals would hinder the performance. In the event, I was pleasantly surprised; it was daft to worry, in fact – I listen to the score often and Tchaikovsky is among my favourite handful of composers. All the twists and turns of the story are conveyed there musically. By the end, I had a tear in my eye – the major variation of the main theme giving way to those broken, dying strings is heartbreaking – and Gergiev and the Marinovsky Theatre Orchestra were given a resounding ovation.

Published in: on August 26, 2011 at 1:27 pm  Leave a Comment  

Newcastle

A gloriously sunny morning in Newcastle waiting for the train home after running the coastal marathon…

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P.S. The three exhibitions at the Baltic were all excellent. I would highly recommend a visit.

Published in: on August 22, 2011 at 2:56 pm  Comments (2)  

Productive Land: July

Apologies for the lateness of this post… events in London and elsewhere got in the way somehow.

July was up and down. After June’s weather disappointments, growth was erratic. There wasn’t much sun, it seems. I was out of the country for a couple of weeks and the garden was in the hands of trusted family members. The carrots and onions/leeks continued their slow growth, as did the beetroot and pumpkin plants. The irrepressible spinach was a constant bounty.

Carrots, Onions, Spinach

The grapes started to ripen, and as they did so we cut away many of the leaves to expose the best bunches. Others were culled. The failed broad bean crop (blackfly having done for most of it) gave us a few tasty delights in its death throes, and with space to breathe in the pots once the plump potatoes had been lifted the runner beans took off and soon reached six feet.

Broad Beans

The ‘English country garden’ section (just a couple of square feet, really – designed to attract bees and other pollinating insects) really exploded into life in early July, with tall hollyhocks, seductive foxgloves and mournful scarlet poppies. Despite the interest of two naughty cats, the insect population really seems to have taken off.

Come hither, bees

The chicken coop was ordered and constructed. We had to add wire on the base of the run to prevent foxes being able to dig underneath. The coop has been positioned in the southwest corner of the garden, under the vine. Most of the day it will be out of direct sun, sheltered from the wind, on a patch of grass for the girls to peck at. Next month there will hopefully be something on the hens themselves; depending on free time I should be off to Salisbury to pick them up.

The garden in late July

Along the back wall, new trellises supported the tomato plants, which really need some polythene as wind protection. As the month closed, we were looking forward to an August of pumpkin, beetroot, runner beans and tomatoes.

Published in: on August 20, 2011 at 8:02 pm  Leave a Comment  

North London Unity March

On Saturday a few of us took part in the North London Unity March, about which HSG have written this. Al Jazeera video coverage here, including a sighting of myself. Not sure the claimed 3000 is very realistic (I’d have said around 1000, maybe 1500, though I’m rubbish at estimating numbers – very impressive on such short notice in any case). It wasn’t quite as community-wide as I’d have hoped, with a definite under-representation of black Londoners. Nonetheless, there was – as HSG say – a decent cross section of our neighbouring communities (Hackney and Haringey). While the banners and chants mostly originated with the left (and at that, mostly SWP) I don’t think that was the case for the marchers, many of whom had turned up to show community solidarity. In the interests of disclosure I was carrying my Coalition of Resistance placard. Some photos below.

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Published in: on August 16, 2011 at 11:37 am  Leave a Comment  

Some barely-enjoyed proms (32 and 34)

Neither the music nor the performances were off-key, but with parts of London in flames and the press and public baying for blood, I couldn’t relax enough to enjoy them…

On Sunday night, as we were trying to understand the previous night’s events in Tottenham (and with confrontations in Enfield beginning), I went in to watch Christian Tetzlaff perform Brahms’ Violin Concerto in D. This has always been one of my favourite pieces, brimming with joy and levity. Tetzlaff was spritely and enthusiastic – he ran away from the orchestra a little bit at the beginning of the third movement, but that’s a common feature of this work – and the BBC Symphony Orchestra under Edward Gardner were the perfect backdrop for the solo skitterings. I was unsettled, though, worrying that our neighbourhood – so far removed from Kensington – might be aflame once more. I left at the interval, missing Mahler’s Das klagende Lied.

On Tuesday, processing the explosion of riots in the meantime, I didn’t really want to go at all. For a long time I thought it would somehow be inappropriate or irresponsible, a light pastime distracting me from serious events. As it was I dithered and missed the first half – pieces by Bridge and Holt. The second half opened with an energetic performance of Dupré’s Cortège et litanie, a piece which was entirely new to me and which I enjoyed a lot. What I had really come for though, was the Saint-Saens Third Symphony – last time I’d seen it I’d been sitting very close to the organ pipes and it had blown my socks off. I had forgotten to book a seat somewhere more central and yet again I was tucked in near the big pipes. I could have moved seat; sadly the hall was barely half full, the daft pseudo-curfew which people had imposed (or self-imposed) sucking the life out of the city. As with my previous experience, once the organ kicked in it was all I could hear, but it’s such a wonderful part that didn’t really matter. It is almost transcendental in its power. The only downside was missing out (mostly) on that lush four-handed piano at the beginning of the third movement, but I was cowed by the organ barrage. Somehow the viscerality and force were just right.

Cycling home, via the City, everything was dead. The Strand and Fleet Street were empty, boarded up, in a badly-misjudged prognosis of metropolitan violence. I hoped that by the time of my next appointment at the RAH the city would be vibrant once again.

Published in: on August 13, 2011 at 5:43 am  Comments (1)  
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