Tuesday, 20 December 2016

'Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas'

Day 66
 
Norwood Junction -  Notting Hill Gate
 
Having decked my halls, roasted my chestnuts and bought some corn for popping, I've finally managed to find a free couple of hours to go out wombling again before the festive madness starts. It's a relatively easy day today with just a couple of stations left from the list of 'Ns' to round off - which will then allow me to kick off the New Year with a new letter. Huzzah!
 
Sadly, the first of the two stations - Norwood Junction - is rather a let-down.
 
Norwood Junction
It's the penultimate station on the West Croydon branch of the Overground Line and features in the Sherlock Holmes story 'The Adventure of the Norwood Builder' (Arthur Conan Doyle lived close by on Tennison Road), but now it feels the sort of place whose glory days (if it ever had any) are long behind it.
 
Paintwork peels off every shop front, both litter and homeless people line the streets, the smell of cannabis being smoked hits you every few feet, and the locals seem to have missed the memo about Christmas being 'merry', as both festive decorations and yuletide spirit are in short supply.
 
The only potential curiosity which my pre-womble research has thrown up is a public garden, built on a scrap of former waste-ground to the north of the High Street, and named after local 'celebrity' Captain Sensible. The 'Sensible Garden' containing the 'Sensible Bench', was the brainchild of the South Norwood Tourist Board and was built with help from local volunteers.  It all sounds lovely, and I head there in search of something to lift my spirits.
 
However, even this is a bit of a disappointment.
 
'Sensible Garden'
Though the garden itself is, I suppose, not too bad looking - as far as it can be on such a small plot of land - the rough looking couple sat at a table close to the 'Sensible Bench', swigging from a cheap bottle of wine and huddling over what I presume is something drug-related, dissuade me from closer investigation.
 
Vinyl Thoughts
I take a couple of photos from a distance, before making my way back along the drab High Street to the station.

The 'Sensible Bench' (to the left - and avoiding photographing the local junkies)

***
Talk about rags to riches...

Notting Hill Gate

Notting Hill Gate could hardly be more of a contrast to Norwood Junction. Instead of tatty grocery stores there are chic estate agents, in place of mobile phone unlockers there are purveyors of antiques, and instead of fried chicken it's sushi and fine dining.

The station is named after the road it sits on, which is itself named after the toll-gate which once stood here.







Notting Hill Gate - Looking West

These days - being part of the borough of Kensington and Chelsea - it's an affluent and trendy area. There are all the usual high street shops and restaurants, but in addition there are many independent shops catering to the gentrified local populace.

And looking East
Just to the north of the station is the southern end of Portobello Road, with its well-known market and retro fashion boutiques.

Pembridge Road - leading to Portobello Road
Every August Bank Holiday the area plays host to the Notting Hill Carnival, which has been a fixture of the calendar since 1966. A Rio-esque pageant of dancing, partying and colourful costumes - it is a celebration of the diversity of the Capital, and - though occasionally marred by violence - attracts thousands of people every year.

Christmas-time in Notting Hill is rather muted by comparison. Though there are more decorations than I saw this morning in Norwood Junction, they're still somewhat... restrained. I get the distinct impression that a tinsel-scarf or gaudy reindeer pullover would be severely frowned upon.

And so - rather lacking in festive spirit - I head back home at the end of another day (and another letter!) and scoff a couple of home-made mince pies out of sheer bloody-minded merriment.

And on that note, I'll take my leave.

I hope your Christmases and New Years are suitably full of cheer - and look forward to regaling you with my adventures with the letter O in January. Have a good one!

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

'Suburbia'

Day 65
 
North Harrow - Northolt - North Wembley - Northwick Park - Northwood - Northwood Hills
 
A packed day today, as I get nearer to the end of the 'Ns'. Today's stations are all in North West London, and all bar two of them lie pretty much in a row along the Metropolitan Line.

This is the 'Metro-Land' (a term coined by the train company's marketing department in 1915) extolled by poet laureate Sir John Betjeman, in his 'Three Late Chrysanthemums' (1954):

"Early Electric! With what radiant hope
Men formed this many-branched electrolier...

...Smoothly from Harrow, passing Preston Road,
They saw the last green fields and misty sky,
At Neasden watched a workmen’s train unload,
And, with the morning villas sliding by,
They felt so sure on their electric trip
That Youth and Progress were in partnership."

It all sounds rather splendid doesn't it - I wonder if I'll feel the same 'radiant hope' as I wend my way round the various stations on today's itinerary...

***
I start with North Harrow - a station I'm reasonably familiar with already, as I have some friends who live just around the corner from it.

North Harrow
This being the case, of course, I've tended to see little more of the area than the street they live on and the local off-licence. So today I hope to explore a little more.
 
First off though, I'll show you the main shopping street - Pinner Road.
 
Pinner Road - North Harrow
 
Like many suburban stations, North Harrow is situated among a collection of shops and businesses catering for the local residents. There are the usual cafés, take-aways, bakeries, betting shops, mini-supermarkets, and so on - though they seem somehow a little more welcoming here than in some of the inner city areas I've visited.  There's a more 'village-y' feel to them.
 
To the south of the station is a road called Northumberland Road, which is given on the Wikipedia page for North Harrow as an illustration of the 'typical' style of housing to be found here. It is also the road which leads to the local park - or 'Open Space' as it prefers to be known.
 
Yeading Brook Open Space is just that - a pocket of open space running alongside the northern end of Yeading Brook. The brook is a tributary of the River Crane (itself a tributary of the Thames) and flows from just north of North Harrow, at Headstone Manor, all the way down as far as Hayes (near the M4), before joining the River Crane.
 

Map of the 'Open Space'

 
The park (as I'm going to continue to call it) is a peaceful and pretty stretch of greenery, and a pleasant stroll on this bright but chilly autumn day.
 
The Autumn Leaves...
 
I pass a small stone bridge, crossing the Brook, and pause to take a photo or two.
 
Bridge Over The Yeading Brook
The Brook Itself
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Later on I spy a park bench with a dedication on it which causes me to do a quick double take.
 
Lucky man.
 
I'm not entirely sure, but I don't think the plaque refers to the popular teenage model of the 1960s - although she was born and raised in nearby Neasden, so you never know...
 
As I leave the park and head back towards the station, I do another double take as I see the reverse of the entrance sign to the park.
 
Who knew that you needed to read the small print before taking a stroll through a bit of greenery!
 
And of course, as with all such 'terms and conditions', the reality is that no-one ever does actually bother to read them, and it's quite possible we've all unwittingly agreed that by using the park we consent to our left legs being amputated and used as replacement traffic cones or something...
 
 
 
***
Enough of such nonsense. On to the next station - Northolt.
 
Northolt
Northolt is on the Central Line - on the West Ruislip branch - and its entrance is on Mandeville Road, which is named after the original landowner.

Geoffrey de Mandeville came to Britain during the Norman conquest and became the first Sheriff of London, and also Constable of the Tower of London - which meant that he was basically William The Conqueror's deputy. William granted him many large estates, including Northolt.

Mandeville Road
For much of its history, Northolt has been arable land - as witness the names of many of the roads which still stand near the station: Moat Farm Road, Court Farm Road, Priors Farm Lane, The Farmlands, and so on. The land here used to supply hay to the City of London, before being swallowed up by the suburban growth of the 20th Century.

I walk along Mandeville Road in the general direction of the A40. There's a village green to the south of Mandeville Road and to the south of that is the old Ealing Road, on which stands a church, parts of which date back to the year 1230.

St Mary's, Northolt
St Mary's church stands on a hill overlooking the old village of Northolt, and is a world away from the traffic and hustle of the busy Mandeville Road.

Along the way are various signs giving a potted history of the area, which will do a far better job than I can of educating you about Northolt's past.


History of Northolt (Part 1)









History of Northolt (Part 2)













History of Northolt (Part 3)







History of Northolt (Part 4)





















Through a small gate at the rear of the church, I enter a field which looks across the A40 to one of the more modern landmarks in this part of London.

Northala Fields
The distinctive man-made hills of Northala Fields, with their spiralling footpaths and constant stream of visitors climbing to stand at the summits, were constructed from the rubble of the original Wembley Stadium, which was demolished in 2003. They stand between the A40 and the rest of the park in which they're situated, and serve at least in part to dampen the noise of the traffic roaring by. The name 'Northala' is the original name for Northolt, as recorded in the Domesday book.

In 2012 - just before the London Olympics opened - former tennis champion Boris Becker was one of the Olympic Torch Bearers and began his leg of the journey from the top of one of these hills.

Walking back to the station via Church Road, I pass the Northolt Village Community Centre - which somewhat surprisingly has a model railway in its back garden.

Community Centre Railway
It's closed for business right now, but I suspect gets lots of use in the warmer months.

It also reminds me that I have several more stations to visit today - so I head back to the station and on to my next destination.

***
I get a mild sense of déjà vu on exiting North Wembley station.

North Wembley
Obviously the station itself is of a fairly standard pattern, but it also stands among a row of shops and cafés much like the ones at North Harrow, and at Northolt.

Déjà vu...

The streets in this area seem to have been named with a view to encouraging academic achievement in the local young - to the south of the station are Eton Avenue, Rugby Avenue and Charterhouse Avenue, as well as streets with references to perhaps less well known public schools, Repton Avenue and Beaumont Avenue.

Given where we are in London, however, there is, I'm bemused to note, one glaring omission to this list. Possibly the second most famous public school in the country after Eton (though I'm sure it would argue about that ranking) is Harrow School - barely 1.5 miles from here.

Does it get its own Avenue though? Not a bit of it.

There is a Harrow Road, but I rather suspect that's named after the locale rather than the school.

Seems a bit unfair to me...

Other than that, North Wembley has little to attract the casual visitor. It's some distance away from the famous (and of course, now rebuilt after its earlier demolishment in 2003) football stadium, though you can see the top of it from the station.

Hello Wembley!
And so, slightly disappointed with the little on offer here, I head on to the next stop - Northwick Park.

***
...Which has even less to offer.

Northwick Park
Northwick Park station is just a few hundred metres round the corner - and into the back streets - from Kenton Station, which of course I visited some time ago.

The 'local area' is, therefore, one I've already seen and described to you, and I'm sure you're not particularly interested in a description of the terraced housing immediately adjacent to the tube line.

The only other landmark nearby is the Northwick Park Hospital, which is a fairly typical example of its kind. It does have a couple of minor claims to fame, having been used by two different TV comedy shows as a filming location. Firstly it was the hospital in which Sybil Fawlty had her ingrowing toe-nail operated in the episode called 'The Germans', and secondly it was the location for the hospital comedy 'Green Wing'.

However, since one hospital looks very much like another from the outside, I'm going to move swiftly on to the next station.

***
Or indeed, stations - since Northwood and Northwood Hills are adjacent to one another, both on the Metropolitan Line.

Northwood
As an example of Suburbia, the area of Northwood is very possibly the archetype - since it was formerly the location of those quintessential Suburbanites - Tom and Barbara Good, of The Good Life fame. The external shots of their house, and of their neighbours, the Leadbetters, were filmed in the streets around here back in the seventies.

Northwood Hills

These days, like everywhere else I've visited today, both Northwood and Northwood Hills are a fairly homogenous collection of coffee shops, estate agents, banks and betting shops.

I don't even take any photos of Northwood (other than the station, obviously), since I can't imagine you're that fussed about a picture of such generic establishments as Costa Coffee or Barclays Bank, and the only photo I take of Northwood Hills is of the rather decorative murals on the bridge over the railway line:

A splash of colour.
Everything else - pleasant though I'm sure it is to live here - is all very much of a pattern with the other places I've visited today. They're all relatively peaceful. They all offer a goodly selection of shops and eateries. They all have neatly turned out rows of houses. They're all........ nice.

And none of them really stands out from any of the others.

***
POST SCRIPT
I'm aware that there's been a slight (!) delay in publishing this post since I did this trip on the 8th November, and we're now on the first day of December. I can only apologise and claim the onset of the festive season, with its demands for planning, shopping, cooking and - let's be honest - excuses for drinking, as the reason for the delay.

I hope to finish the Ns - only two more stations - before taking a break for Christmas, and to start the New Year afresh with a new letter.

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

'North Country Boy'

Day 64
North Acton - North Ealing - Northfields - North Greenwich

It was with some little trepidation that I began planning my journey today - expecting that Sod's' Law would dictate that, despite them all beginning with the same seemingly innocuous epithet ('North'), the stations I'm due to visit would end up being located in such far-flung places as to be, quite frankly, a pain in the posterior.

My one major (and, I accept, oft repeated) gripe with the Underground network is the naming convention they have adopted with regards to those stations which require a geographical indicator (North, South, East, West) to be added to their titles. While other indictors ('Park', 'Broadway', 'Common', and so on) all come, quite sensibly, after the name of the place in which they're situated, the powers that be have decided that a name like 'Ealing North' or 'Kensington South' would be too confusing for the poor befuddled passengers struggling to find their way about the tube system.

So - North Wembley, East Acton, West Ruislip (and so on) it is. Which means, of course that instead of being able to - sensibly and conveniently - visit all the locations in a given area (Ealing Broadway, Ealing Common, Ealing North, Ealing South, etc) on the same day, I have to keep coming back to these places repeatedly - often months, if not years, apart.

Admittedly, this is only true because of my self-imposed alphabetical restriction, and I may therefore be considered biased in my opinion - but you get the point.

Strangely - this rule doesn't seem to apply to the word 'Central' (as in 'Finchley Central') - though why this indicator gets such special treatment I have no idea...

I'm pleasantly surprised, therefore, to discover that the 'North' stations have, on the whole, been kind enough to gather themselves in relatively proximate little groupings. There's a bunch in the Harrow/Wembley area, another couple a little further out towards Watford, and - today - a trio of stations all in the Ealing area, which I'm able to explore in the space of less than a couple of hours. This will leave me plenty of time for visiting the slightly less conveniently placed North Greenwich.

But that's getting ahead of myself - one station at a time...

***
North Acton is a station familiar to anyone travelling westwards on the Central Line as the point at which the two western branches diverge - one going just two stops further to Ealing Broadway, the other continuing out as far as West Ruislip.

North Acton
I imagine it's therefore one of those stations whose platforms see plenty of people (getting off and onto trains as they change branches), but whose ticket gates are rather quieter as not quite so many venture upwards and outwards into the local area.

'Passengers should change here for...'

Not that there's much to see beyond the station walls.

The area is largely populated by industrial and business complexes, taking advantage of its transport-friendly location right next to the A40 - a major route into and out of London.

Costume Store
The BBC once had quite a big presence here, with various offices, rehearsal rooms, and their costume storage facility located within easy reach of their studios at nearby White City. But all that has long gone, and the Costume Store has since been converted into student accommodation for the University of the Arts, London (which is actually a collection of Colleges dotted right across London, just one of which - the Lime Grove Media and Communication department of the London College of Fashion - is actually anywhere near here).

Just as an aside - I once visited the Costume Store (when that was still what it was) in order to try on a suit we were hiring for an amateur production I was involved with. The jacket I donned had a slightly faded label in its collar, bearing the name of one of its previous occupants - P. Scofield (or it may possibly have been Schofield) and I never did work out whether it was Paul or Phillip...

Around the corner from the station is the local pub - The Castle - which was, of course, the watering-hole of choice for the actors and crew working here. It's still way too early in the day for it to be open this morning, but I believe there may be photos inside celebrating its past history. You'll have to be satisfied with an external shot, however...

The Castle

I take a brief, and not altogether pleasant stroll down to the A40, breathing in the fumes of several hundred cars as I do so.

Along the way I pass The Perfume Factory - formerly the site of the Elizabeth Arden factory, currently used as offices and studios, and destined to become rented flats in a major redevelopment scheme.


The Perfume Factory

In the car-park of the factory is a very brightly-coloured and incongruous hoarding featuring several images of the singer Elvis Costello.

'It's a professional career...'

It seems that he worked here as a computer clerk in the seventies - not much of a claim to fame, but one they're pushing for all it's worth.

The A40 is - as you'd expect - busy, dirty and noisy, and I don't stay for any longer than it takes to grab a not-very-exciting photo.

My god - it's full of cars...

***
Getting to the next station involves a quick trip back one stop on the Central Line (to West Acton) and then a ten minute walk to end up at North Ealing.

Like the Central Line, the Piccadilly Line splits into two branches around about this part of town, and North Ealing station is on the more northerly of the two, heading towards Uxbridge.

Along the walk there from West Acton I feel like I've been mysteriously transported back in time to the era of King Henry VIII...


Is that Cardinal Wolsey trimming his privet?

Except of course I don't - not really. The mock Tudor frontages on all the houses along this street have their emphasis very much on the 'mock' part of the description.

Not that I have anything against it per se, it's attractive in its own way, and - as this is a 'garden suburb' - it's all very well tended and presented. I just don't quite understand the motivation for trying to make something so obviously built in the 20th Century look somewhat, but not all that much, like something built 400 years previously.

This particular area is also - for some reason - densely populated by the Japanese community. Whether the style of housing is particularly attractive to the Japanese, or there is another reason for their choice of location, I don't know.

Ah, the twisted logic of
the self-important...



Just as I reach the little side street which houses North Ealing station, I spot this sign on the gate post of an unassuming block of flats.

It seems peculiar to me that, in order to prevent Estate Agents putting up signs which - by their very nature - are temporary blots on the inhabitants' landscape, some jobsworth has decided to erect a permanent one telling them they're not allowed to.

Makes complete sense obviously...




Finally I reach North Ealing station.

North Ealing

And it's a bit of an oddity on the Piccadilly Line - as it doesn't, for once, feature the familiar geometric design of Mr Charles Holden (unlike the next station, Northfields, as you'll see in just a short while).

It's tucked away down a little street (in what is technically more east Ealing than north) and was originally part of the District Line, which is one possible explanation for it's individual appearance. It has the air of the sort of 1950s village railway station that used to get all flustered if it had to cope with more than two trains a day.
Like North Acton, North Ealing is located fairly close to a major thoroughfare - in this case the North Circular.
North Circular - no more exciting than the A40 really...
 Across the North Circular from the station - and easily missed as you drive past - is a private, gated community called Ealing Village.
Ealing Village
This Grade II Listed, art deco estate - complete with swimming pool, tennis courts and a clubhouse - was built in the mid-1930s and was originally conceived with the intention of attracting movie stars working at the local Ealing Studios.
The hope was that it would become a sort of 'mini-Hollywood' - though this seems to have been rather an ambitious hope as it turned out.
Amazingly, most of the film stars of the day preferred to stay in luxury West End hotels and be driven to and from the studios, rather than live in a glorified block of flats on the North Circular (well, who would have thought it...) And so, rather than the stars of the silver screen, it was the slightly less glamorous back-stage crew who ended up living here.
Not that this seems to have done the place any harm in terms of property-prices, and it has managed to give itself an air of exclusivity reminiscent of my recent visit to Moor Park.
I can't get beyond the gates to get a look at the flats, but there is a rather twee looking cottage-type affair near this end of the private road.
One of the Ealing Village properties.
I can't say it screams 'Hollywood' at me - unless of course you're talking about one of the sets for Chitty Chitty Bang Bang...
***
Next on my list is Northfields, which despite also being in Ealing, requires a diversion via Acton Town in order to change to the Heathrow branch of the Piccadilly Line.
Northfields
Northfields Station, and the road on which it stands - Northfields Avenue - both get their names, not surprisingly, from the fact that until the late 19th Century most of this area was arable land.
Now the street is a busy link between Uxbridge Road to the north and (ultimately) the A4 to the south. It has many shops, a library, some offices, and a former cinema - now a Christian centre.
Blondin Avenue
As I walk south, a couple of the street-names leading off Northfields Avenue give a clue to the first of the area's two famous historic inhabitants.




Niagara Avenue

Charles Blondin was a French acrobat, most famous for crossing the Niagara Gorge (though not actually over the Falls, as is often erroneously stated) on a tightrope.

He lived in Britain from the early 1860s until his death, here in Ealing at the building known as 'Niagara House' (now flats), in 1897 aged 73. He had been performing up until the previous year.
Opposite Niagara House is The Plough (a pub which has apparently been here in one form or another since at least 1722) and round the corner from both - along Windmill Road - is the erstwhile home of Northfields' second famous former resident.
The Plough
Not that you'd know it particularly...

Little Boston House, Ealing
Unlike the aforementioned M. Blondin, the man who lived at number 236 Windmill Road (otherwise known as Little Boston House) gets no commemoration at all. No blue plaque, no streets named after him, nothing. Which is a little surprising, as he went on to become the 6th President of the United States.

John Quincy Adams (President 1825-1828) was the US Ambassador to the United Kingdom between 1815 and 1817, and lived in this house during that time with his wife and family. He describes the house in his diaries:

"The house we have taken is not large but neat and elegant and fitted up with all that minute attention to comfort which is so characteristic of English domestic life. We have a coach house and stable, dairy, fruit and kitchen garden."

Not quite the White House...
He and his family became active members of the community - sending their younger children to a local school and going for long walks around the area - and they certainly seem to have enjoyed their (albeit brief) time in Ealing, as another diary entry - written on the day they left the house - records:

"I have seldom, perhaps never, in the course of my life resided more comfortably than at the house which we now quit and which I shall probably never see again."

And speaking of quitting - it's high time I was on my way to my final stop of the day.

***
I exit North Greenwich station and am initially a little confused as I turn around to take a photo of the station's name sign.

It doesn't seem to have one.

Thinking it might be on the opposite side of the building - as there are two entrances to this station - I walk back into the ticket hall and am about to cross to the other side when I happen to glance upwards and see the sign I've been looking for.

Ah...... It's inside the station.

Not outside, where it might be useful - no. You need to come into the station just to find out whether it's the one you want.

North Greenwich
Just to confirm that this isn't one of those "Yes, the builders made a frightful boob and put this entrance sign on the inside - silly asses - but we thought it would be a bit of a curiosity so we left it like that..." type mistakes - I continue to the opposite entrance to see if the builders got it right over there.

Nope.

So clearly, not a mistake but a deliberate choice. Interesting...

Not that there'd be many people looking for this station who haven't already seen the inside of it when they arrived. This isn't an area you might casually stroll through and decide to catch the tube into town from - you come here for a reason, and then you go away again.

And the reason is, of course, The O2 - or as it was formerly known, the Millennium Dome - but we'll come to that shortly.

We're on the little spit of land poking up from Greenwich to the east of the Isle Of Dogs. It's known as the Greenwich Peninsula these days, though originally - and perhaps worryingly, given the amount of building work continually going on here - it was the Greenwich Marshes.

North Greenwich station is also slightly mis-named, as the actual North Greenwich area is across the river at the southern tip of the Isle Of Dogs.

Until the massive redevelopment towards the end of the 20th Century, the area was initially dominated by a huge gas-works, and - after this closed - was rather a wasteland. It was home to the southern end of the Blackwall Tunnel - which meant that thousands of people drove through it - but no-one would have wanted to actually stop for any length of time here.

That all changed when it was decided to celebrate the coming of the new Millennium by redeveloping the area and building a huge dome to house exhibitions and events.

Millennium Dome - now the O2

The Millennium Dome, as it then was, was designed by architect Richard Rogers, who also worked on the French Pompidou Centre and the Lloyds Building in the city of London - both very futuristic looking buildings.

The dome is fairly plain in comparison, though it makes up for that in sheer scale. It's impossible to get a photograph of the whole thing from this close up and in fact your best bet is to stand across the river at Blackwall if you want a decent shot.

The poles are 100m tall
The building's dimensions are not simply a matter of impressive scale - there's a specific connection between the design of the dome and Greenwich's history as the centre of world time-keeping.

Not only does the Prime Meridian pass just by the western edge of the dome, but time is also celebrated here in other ways.

The dome is supported by 12 yellow poles - symbolising the 12 months of the year. It is 365m in diameter - a meter for every day of the year. And finally it is 52m high at the centre - the same as the number of weeks in the year.




Peninsula Spire



In front of the dome is a twisting spire made of stainless steel. This is the tallest steel sculpture of its kind in the UK, and at 45m high is taller than the Royal Albert Hall. It starts at 2.5m wide at the base and tapers to just 10mm at the top.







'Up at the O2'

Approaching the dome itself I see a group of tourists 'enjoying' the experience known as 'Up At The O2'.

For the princely sum of £28 you can take a stroll over the top of the dome, pausing at the summit to take in the views from the central observation platform.

The walkway is made of fabric and (according to the website) "...has a slight bounce to it to mirror the surface of the tent." Now there's a recipe for inducing panic attacks if ever I heard one...




Bouncy bouncy...

And so I enter the dome itself.

In Xanadu...

During the Millennium year, the dome was divided into several distinct areas each with a different event or exhibition. There was a 'Body' zone, a 'Work' zone, as well as the 'Millennium Dome Show' (with 160 acrobats performing to the music of Peter Gabriel) and even a specially commissioned episode of the sitcom Blackadder.

Unfortunately the various entertainments on offer failed to attract the huge crowds that had been hoped for. Some blamed the lacklustre content of some of the zones, while others put it down to the relatively remote location.

These days all that has gone, of course - to be replaced at the centre by the O2 Arena, and around the circumference by an 'avenue' of restaurants and bars.

The base of one of the
supporting poles.

Despite its name, the O2 Arena (and indeed The O2 dome itself) is actually owned by another company: AEG. Not to be confused with the German electrical goods company, this AEG is the 'Anschutz Entertainment Group' and is an American company which owns many venues and sports team around the world.


The telecom company O2 only own the naming rights to the building, which they purchased from AEG in 2005.






As I wander into the entrance foyer - which is very quiet at this time of day - and along 'The Avenue' past the restaurants, I realise that I can only explore a relatively small section of the circumference.

This is because only about two-thirds of the ground floor area have actually been developed since the original Millennium Experience closed its doors. The owners, AEG, initially hoped to be able to build a Super-Casino' in the dome, but no licence was granted for this. A cruise ship terminal has also been mooted as a possible alternative use for some of the dome's space, but nothing definite has been decided.

It only takes me ten or fifteen minutes to walk along The Avenue and back to the foyer, and other than a smattering of people having lunch in a few of the restaurants, there's not much to catch my eye.

Only one thing really stirs my interest, and it's a section of wall decorated with what is effectively a visual history of recorded music.

Everything in the display is a real item - LP covers, cassette and CD cases, Video tapes, amps, TVs, and so on. In these days of streaming and MP3s, it's nice to see (and touch) these reminders of my youth, although I'm fully aware that no-one under twenty will have the faintest idea what any of it is of course...


Wall of sound

Outside the dome again, I take a brief look around, but there's not much to see. The Emirates cable car terminal is just across the road of course, but I did that particular trip some time ago, and other than that it all seems to be offices and car-parks...

And so I head back home - ready to venture forth into another batch of 'Norths' next time.

See you then.

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STOP PRESS
Just a quick update - two days after my visit to North Greenwich, a suspect package was found on a Jubilee Line train at the station.

According to news reports, a Met Police spokesman said that it 'looked real enough' to warrant a controlled detonation to be carried out, and the station was evacuated and closed for most of the day.

Though it isn't yet confirmed that the package was dangerous, and while it wouldn't (nor shouldn't) stop me from continuing my travels around the tube network, it is a somewhat sobering thought that I missed the event by such a short period of time.