Although I was born in North Cheam (which I used to put down as Cheam Septentrionalis on forms at the Gregorian University) we moved to Croydon when I was about a year old and grew up with visits to the Fairfield Halls, visits to the new Whitgift Centre, a Saturday job at Grants and Saturday evening outings to the Greyhound underneath the Nestles building (before the rebranding of the company to "ness-lay".) My sister Mary still lives there with her family and wrote to me in connection with my post "off the Boulevard St-Michel":
I happen to be very fond of the song Where do you go to my lovely? When I was in Mrs Hill's class at St Mary's, she made us all choose French names, so I insisted on being called Marie-Claire, having heard the immortal line, 'So look into my face, Marie-Claire...' many times. She was impressed at my knowing such an authentic French name. I don't think I told her where I discovered it! The Sarstedt brothers, though born in Delhi, all attended Heath Clark School in Croydon, and Peter, having lived in Europe, apparently now lives in Croydon again with his wife.Sadly I couldn't find a video of Captain Sensible's Croydon so you'll have to make do with part of the lyrics:
I worked at the Fairfield Hallsbut you really have to hear it.
cleaning toilets, but I understood some day
I'd be back in my own right
giving concerts in my own peculiar way
but I kept my rabbit back at home
and I cleaned it every other day
(other day, other day, other day)
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It’s a small world. I grew up in North Cheam and my mum would often drag my brother and I round the Whitgift Centre on a Saturday afternoon, going from shop to shop trying everything on and then going back to the first shop and buying something that she originally said she didn’t like.
I now have a visceral loathing of shopping and decide what I want before I go out, go straight into the shop and buy it, and then head for the nearest real ale pub.
That was one of the sites I found but I was disappointed that there was no video. Without the melody, one misses the glorious pathos of the line "but I kept my rabbit back at home".
Oh well. Of course, Croydon has now been totally transformed by the coming of the tram line. To a native of the area like me, there's something almost unnatural about coming off the railway line just before West Croydon Station and the train going along the road.
Its almost like saying Mass facing the people:)
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