This article is on the cover of the Society Guardian today - Common Ground
All about someone finding out what its like to be "common" and live on a council estate - with bermondsey being the place in question. Some interesting comments about Bermondsey being like a village, only in terms of the way people see each other and build relationships rather than estate agent "Bermondsey Village" speak.
Bermondsey Village would work wonders for property values, its sounds good, Like SoBo but being so big i doubt it would ever qualify, unless a small part were to be named bermondsey village like the areas around bermondsey street, but i am sure that would raise objections from the old school bermondsey, maybe it could be the bermondsey wall area with such a diverse demographic, maybe that could qualify, and its right next to rotherhithe village, any more suggestions welcome
<Flick> thanks for the link. I have been here five years - an economic refugee from north London - and while I love it, I am aware of the bermondsey village. I think some bermondsey residents might even be closing ranks against what they see as an influx of yuppies. I like the 'natives', even if some of them are suspicious of me.
Welcome to the Bermonsay Zoo. And in this cage we have "Working Class People" who despite their resiliance and attachment to the area, are threatened with extinction due to the fact that the more aggressive homo-middleclass is moving into their territory.
(To clarify, to save launching another discussion altogether, the "homo" is meant in the homo-sapiens sense.)
For me it was extraordinary that she was able to raise children in the area and still had no sense of community with other mothers.
The shortage of facilities and the grottiness of many that exist puts most mothers in the same boat. Just some of us are more able to buy or negotiate our way into better provision.
Interseting picture they used to illustrate the "contrast" in neighbourhod - fancy new tower block vs old council block.
Except they chose a tower (the grotesque chameleon top "weather meter" but otherwise undistinguished generic tower near Borough Tube station) which did not exist during the dates that the story is about ie when that the woman lived in Bermondey (until 2004).