I don’t know if its because the Olympics are just around the
corner but the East End is everywhere at the moment!
It all started a few weeks ago with a BBC programme on the
changing character of Billingsgate Market (an East End fish market). It
profiled how the changing demographic and economic climate in East London had
affected the market and its patrons through the eyes of real people whose lives
were affected by the change. It was interesting to see how national and
international phenomena (fish stocks) affected the individual.
In the newspaper I read that the Cockney sparrow is now near
extinct from competition in East London, and the number of real Cockneys (born
within the sound of Bow Bells) has also declined severely because noise
pollution in the city means the sound can barely be heard beyond Shoreditch
Market (read it here). If the East End were a UNESCO site they might be about to lose their
funding for failing to meet its cultural definitions! I guess this means we
have to look for new definitions of an ‘East Ender’ based on our modern spatial
markers, like within sight of the Gherkin, something increasingly difficult to
do when we are less spatially distinct. Although I did hear someone say on the
Tube the other day that ‘London is still a number of separate towns’; the
districts of the City are still indeed distinct but summing them up into one
statement of their cultural identity would prove difficult. The districts of
London continue to fascinate me.
I have also read a book about the East End recently called, ‘The
Sugar Girls’. It was about a group of girls who all worked at the Tate and Lyle
factory in Plaistow, not so far from Billingsgate. The book was based on a
memory project carried out by the authors, Barrett and Calvi, in Old People’s
homes and Community centres, noting down ladies’ stories. It was interesting to
see the patterns that pervaded throughout the book for the women of the
factories relating to independence, careers, love and friendship . Whilst
recognising that things had changed with technological advances and immigration
to the area the women retained a great fondness for their area and the friends
they had made. The book made me keenly aware of the CSR function that factories
used to have towards their own workers; taking them on holidays to the seaside
and ensuring women under intense pressure took paid leave to recuperate. The
authors also did humour really well in their storytelling.
Somewhat tenuously I wanted to add my trip to see Sweeney
Todd into this blogpost. The story of The Demon Barber of Fleet Street is
expertly told at the Adelphi Theatre; Michael Ball and Imelda Staunton were good but my
major support goes to Gillian Kirkpatrick who played a mad woman excellently. Although
theoretically Fleet Street is w1 it still just about meets East London and the
portrayal of London culture in the musical was really interesting, Mr Pirelli
perhaps being the Victorian East London archetype, and provoked much internet
searching as to what a ‘Beadle’ was. Even the bustle of the streets as
portrayed in the musical is reminiscent of much of London life, all that
shouting and a fair deal of coarseness, street food provided because there is
no time to sit down, running because there is no time to walk and lots of
smoke; this came into its own in the smog last week, I finally understand why
it is called the ‘Big Smoke’.
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