Previously Posted: Where are the Centre Point fountains?

For those new to CabbieBlog or readers who are slightly forgetful, on Saturdays I’m republishing posts, many going back over a decade. Some will still be very relevant while others have become dated over time. Just think of this post as your weekend paper supplement.

Where are the Centre Point fountains? (16.04.13)

There cannot be many post-war buildings which have stoked up as much controversy as Centre Point. Designed by Richard Seifert this brutalist building was completed in 1966 and at 398ft was the second highest in London.

Controversy did not stop at its uncompromising design as the building remained empty long after its completion. Centre Point’s developer, Harry Hyams, sat on a rising asset as its capital appreciation far outweighed the rental income with the added bonus that the un-let office block did not attract rates.

Nestled at the windy base of this building, caused by the downdraft as the wind hits its upper floors, once stood a blue mosaic-lined pool with five triple-tined Y-shaped fountains.

Operators of these fountains had an idiosyncratic approach to when they should be turned on. On hot summer evenings girls waiting for the Astoria to open would sit on the fountain’s parameter wall staring at an empty pool safe in the knowledge they would remain dry. On windy winter nights, aided by the downdraft from 35 storeys above them, hapless pedestrians walking past would get soaked.

Now where these iconic Grade II listed fountains once stood there is what must be the largest hole in Europe with Centre Point teetering on the precipice as engineers construct a new station for Crossrail. When finished in their place will sit two wonky glassey pyramids which the designers describe as crystal sculptural forms.

The Centre Point fountains were the work of German artist Jupp Dermbach-Mayen who built the fountains at his Swiss Cottage studio in 1963. The Twentieth Century Society claim the planned removal of them was symptomatic of a wider problem of post-war art being separated from its architectural context.

Those infamously-sporadic concrete flower fountains will be missed, though . . .

It’s is my birthday

I thought I’d look up what was happening all those years ago, and give you, dear reader, a chance to guess my age.

I’ve have lived for 28,855 days.

First, it was a Monday and the temperature outside was 54°F with showers after heavy rain the previous day.

Mick Box guitarist member of the heavy metal band Uriah Heep was born not far from me in Whipps Cross Hospital, Walthamstow on the same day.

Fitzrovia, where I entered this world, curiously now has an Indian restaurant on Charlotte Street named after the year of my birth.

Before the Second World War Fitzrovia had a highly visible German community and Charlotte Street was nicknamed Charlottenstrasse. Greeks and Italians came to Fitzrovia post-war about the time I arrived.

A post-war shortage of commercial space in central London prompted the re-zoning of Fitzrovia as a light industrial area and some fine Georgian properties including British artist John Constable’s house was knocked down and replaced by an office block.

Fitzrovia had been the centre of Bohemian artists, including Walter Sickert, Ford Maddox Brown, Dylan Thomas and George Orwell.

Souvenirs by Frank Sinatra had reached number 1 on 29th May and remained there for 4 weeks until 26th June, so the nurses tending to me could have been singing along to Old Blue Eyes.

Labour leader Clement Attlee was Prime Minister having recently beaten Winston Churchill in 1945, it would be another year before the National Health Service was formed making me one of the last to ‘benefit’ from pre-NHS obstetrics. Nearby Harley Street was called by cabbies ‘The Resistance’ due to doctors opposing the proposed National Health Service.

My generation was later dubbed ‘baby boomers’.

Potatoes were rationed as the long hard frost and deep snow in the first 3 months of the year had destroyed much of the stored potatoes.

Brighton Rock was showing in London’s cinemas, it starred Richard Attenborough whose brother, David is still making nature films for the BBC.

Ten things I’ve done in London

I was once filmed in a BBC documentary.

Twice took Diane Abbott home by cab within a week, no tip each time, but a receipt was requested.

Watched three Concordes flying up the Thames from Lambeth Bridge.

Photographed by a news agency holding four martins that my father was nursing for the London Zoo.

The Queen waved at me from the Gold State Coach as I stood in Fleet Street commemorating the fifth decade of her reign.

Served a six year printing apprenticeship in Clerkenwell.

Took my first girlfriend to see Seven Brides for Seven Brothers at the pictures in Barnet – bored.

Dragged off to panto at the London Palladium to see Tommy Cooper say Pieces of Eight in Robinson Crusoe.

Watched nine Red Arrows fly overhead whilst standing by The Queen Victoria Memorial.

Picked up a bust of Tony Blair from Ten Downing Street and took the artist to Hampstead.

London in Quotations: Wendy Steiner

London is a museum world, and the museum, like the cathedral or the palazzo in their day, is the dominant symbol of our postmodern times. A museum is an imposing assemblage of bits and pieces, history for attention-deficit amnesiacs.

Wendy Steiner (b.1949), The Scandal of Pleasure: Art in an Age of Fundamentalism

London Trivia: More than just tea

On 7 June 1832 the British Reform Act received royal assent and became law. The Act, pressed through by Prime Minister Earl Grey, forestalled a revolution by increasing the number of people who were eligible to vote. The Act created 67 new constituencies and broadened the qualification to vote to include small landowners, tenant farmers, and shopkeepers. Earl Grey tea was later named after the Prime Minister.

On 7 June 1977 more than one million people lined the streets of London to watch the Royal Family on their way to St Paul’s at the start of the Queen’s Silver Jubilee celebrations

An unrepealed law from 1313 makes it illegal to wear a suit of armour when entering The Houses of Parliament

The oldest apartments in London the Albany, Piccadilly founded in 1770 were until recently bachelor only accommodation and banned women

Measurements of skeletons at Christ Church Spitalfields are shorter on average than their medieval forebears probably caused by pollution

Her Majesty The Queen cannot enter The City of London without first asking permission from The Lord Mayor a ceremony performed at Temple Bar

A series of animal shapes have been highlighted in the London Underground map, first discovered by Paul Middlewick in 1988, created using the tube lines, stations, and junctions on the map

The top 50 tourist attractions in the world six are in London Trafalgar Square is 4th with 15 million visitors a year 44th is the London Eye

Bearing in mind the limited number of words that rhyme with ‘taxi’, users of rhyming slang must have greeted the arrival of Joe Baksi on the boxing scene of the 1940s with great delight

Heathrow Airport was the world’s first international airport to be linked to a city’s underground when the Piccadilly Line connected in 1977

Since 1910 the Goring Hotel has been run by the same family. It was the first in the world with full central heating and en-suite bedrooms

Hampstead Heath, Highgate Wood, Queen’s Park and Epping Forest are actually owned and managed by The Corporation of City of London

CabbieBlog-cab.gifTrivial Matter: London in 140 characters is taken from the daily Twitter feed @cabbieblog.
A guide to the symbols used here and source material can be found on the Trivial Matter page.

Previously Posted: The toughest place to be . . .

For those new to CabbieBlog or readers who are slightly forgetful, on Saturdays I’m republishing posts, many going back over a decade. Some will still be very relevant while others have become dated over time. Just think of this post as your weekend paper supplement.

The toughest place to be . . . (09.04.13)

I was contacted last year by the BBC inviting me to apply for the new series of ‘toughest place to be’, in which they planned to take a London cabbie out of his (or her) comfort zone and place them in a city where driving could be best described as challenging.

After reading the e-mail my wife and I speculated upon which city the hapless cabbie would find themselves trying to earn a living. We both concluded that one of the most chaotic cities in the world was Mumbai.

So when the programme was televised recently it was no surprise to find London cabbie Mason McQueen travelling to India’s most populous city.

Mason’s most and mentor was Pradeep Sharma who lives in a tiny two-bedroom house earning less than £10 a day driving his cab.

It wasn’t long before Mason finds driving on some of the busiest and most congested streets in the world. Far worse than London’s, in sweltering heat in a vehicle without air conditioning, he managed to carefully avoid the sacred cows, get his passengers on the side when getting lost and did all this with good humour.

But the most touching part of this documentary was the change in Mason’s perception of life. Starting out by complaining about life in London from his Epping home his first reaction upon seeing the slum where Pradeep and his extended family live is one of horror.

Later he is shown other cabbies who have come from the countryside to make a better life for themselves living in squalor 6-8 in a room sending their money home to a family they see only twice a year.

But the life-changing event is seeing a young mother with her children living under a flyover, sleeping on the central reservation of the busy road as they try to scratch a living by selling homemade brushes.

The documentary showed us how bad we may think our job is, and all London cabbies have those moments, others doing the same job have a much harder time.

At the end of the programme, Mason is seen in a cabbies hut trying to raise money to send back to India.

Taxi Talk Without Tipping