Well, well, well, you can never tell
Dont tell me this town aint got no heart.
When I can hear it beat out loud!
That line from Grateful Dead's Shakedown Street could have been written for Marchmont Street.
Hemmed in by corporate London on all sides, less than a mile from Oxford Street, this is one of the relics of a city mostly long gone - a place with genuine community. You saw the Ghanain community yesterday, today I've gone into "Perhaps", a small, privately run gift shop where you will find more than just the choice of Mr Hallmark, or Mrs Tie Rack. Their gift card selection is excellent, too. Marchmont Street is also this weeks TWWSI location
I used to live close by. I've watched it change - go now, see and support - before the future claims it for its own.
If you are psychic, you may see the shade of a twenty year old Ham, taking his washing to the laundrette each Sunday with his guitar, occasionally in ludicrous clothes, but that's another story.
Come to think of it, Shakedown Street could be the LDP anthem...
Dont tell me this town ain't got no heart,
you just gotta poke around.