Friday 15 October 2021


 Earlier today I had the dismal experience of walking through central Croydon (on my way to more civilised parts). The air of squalor, dereliction and social collapse in what in living memory was a sedate suburban shopping centre seems to get more pungent every time I set foot in the place (which is as seldom as possible). The few survivals from an earlier Croydon – once the country seat of the Archbishops of Canterbury – seem ever more isolated and incongruous amid the hideous skyscrapers and depressing shopping streets. If ever I needed to strengthen my resolve to move to Lichfield – and I'm not likely to – I need only pay a quick visit to Croydon to set me right. 
However, there was one bright note: I noticed this image of Croydon's most famous son, the composer Samuel Coleridge-Taylor, over the entrance to one of the shopping centres. It's been given a a gratuitous touch of street cred by the addition of headphones and a jazzy background, but at least it's recognisable, and there. Heaven knows what SC-T would make of Croydon as it is today. 


  1. Once there was an Airport there.Or no?

  2. There was indeed, Ricardo. Before Heathrow, it was Britain's main airport (and during the war it was an RAF airfield).