In.
Along Plum Lane to Shooters Hill, London.
“But I left you on the Debris
Now we both know you got no money.
And I wonder what you would have done
Without me hanging around.”
Plum Lane follows the route of the Roman Watling Street.
Kenya standoff: At least 59 dead, Uhuru Kenyatta says.
Following the South London Green Chain… “a marketing stunt by bureaucrats for politicians”.
Past the Bull Pub, and a band singing ‘Debris’ by the Faces, in the beer garden.
LANE: “Oh, “Debris” is basically about my old man. Yeah, the Debris used to be… The Debris was down… not Petticoat Lane. Adjoining Petticoat Lane– which is famous, everybody knows about it—is another market called Club Row, and that was all on Debris. People just used to come out there with all their chuck-outs and flotsam and jetsam and spread it out on the Debris, you know? And my father used to go down there every Sunday. Every Sunday morning, he’d take me down there and he’d root around for hours in all this shit! (Laughter) And, uh, it wasn’t until I was in New York that I realized that I quite missed it! I was feeling homesick at the time.”
“But I left you on the Debris
Now we both know you got no money.
And I wonder what you would have done
Without me hanging around.”
To Oxleas Wood, with its green Parakeets high up in the trees.
The woods date back to the last Ice Age.
Out.
See also
Connections: Stewart Home, William Burroughs & Chappaqua, via Terry Taylor
Antikythera mechanism
Greenwich’s ice age ravine – The Slade