please empty your brain below

I broke my leg on Beckton Alp you know. I still quiver when ever I drive past....

When I first moved to London in 1989, I lived in Custom House, just a stone's throw from Beckton. Something tells me that it wasn't a very good place to enjoy my first experience of the British capital after 18 years in deepest, darkest rural Somerset. My first thought on arriving in that area (and my last upon leaving, in fact) was "what an abject shitehole."

Have I missed something here, or is this the biggest pile of shit for miles around?

I have a friend who lives in Beckton, and whenever I visit her, I have 2 thoughts. 1)How glad Beckton must have been to get the DLR 2)How sad it is that the "high street" consists entirely of concessions inside Asda.

...are thet any good memories from Beckton?

I can't imagine living in an urban environment where popping out for a pint of milk involves getting in your car. (friend lives at Royal Victoria, not Beckton but close enough, desolation-wise) I mean, it was a nice place and all but the local amenities (or rather, amenity) was a paint factory.

Hmmm, Beckton where I pick up white trash who think that a cut finger is due cause for calling an ambulance and where the average age of a maternity call is 18...

14 year olds collapsed in alleyways, drunk on Diamond white.

Plus the roads round the south of the A13 all look the same, one nameless roundabout followed by another.

Although at night some of the lights look pretty.

God I hate it.

DG, thanks for suffering it long enough to write this excellent (as always) entry.

I'm with Tom.

DIAMOND GEEZER, WE SALUTE YOU! The man who goes to London's grimmest, dankest cesspits - so you don't have to.

Lots of love from the Beckton Tourist Board.

(PS. I can't wait for the day you go outside London and pass comment on Hemel Fucking Hempstead).

I think you'll find Dave did Hemel Hempstead in his blog today, so I'll pass on that one if you don't mind...











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