Look at this and tell me this isn’t the grimmest junction in Greenwich. Every corner – whether North South East or West, is run down, closed and depressed.
Let’s start South West – the posh bit:
Anyone remember ever eating in that Chinese restaurant upstairs? The Plaza wasn’t converted terribly – though of course I’d have rather had a cinema – the flats look pretty good (I’d love to know what’s in the centre) but the business end’s dire. I remember when they first started doing the ground floor up – ooh – goodie, I thought. Surely anything will be better than a dead shop. It hadn’t occurred to me that we just didn’t have enough bookies on Traf Road already. Apathy, rather than residents’ objections did for the lap dancing club, and, well, no one at all seems to want that upstairs resturant.
Here lies the mysterious demolition – so far only the ad hoardings are gone – but there are notices all over to say the sundry buildings are for the chop, and they must mean business since the loss of advertising can’t be cheap to the owners. What’s to go there? No one knows. There are no applications as yet.
Next round the clock, North-East.
Now, I always rather liked the Ship & Billet, even if some of the karoake that came wafting out was some of the worst I ever heard. It was kept neat and tidy (until recently), certainly an improvement on the ghastly Frog and Radiator that was there before and if I didn’t actually want to go in there, it was always something not bad to look at on a junction that offered little. But now that’s dead, too. Did it sell on 2nd March at auction? I don’t know. Will it ever open again as a boozer? Ditto.
This end of Greenwich is dying on its arse. There are little pockets of regeneration (some sprucing up of shops, and the farmers market down the other end, but with a big hole like this in the middle, much of the effort is going for nothing. And what do I blame for all this? South-East:
The Heart of East Greenwich, which seems to have been in cardiac arrest for the past – what – six years? Probably more. So long, I’m losing track.
I’ve been reading a loooong series of emails that I (and probably several other blogs/papers/etc) been copied into for the past couple of years, where Andrew has been trying to get to the bottom of who the hell is responsible for actually turning the key on the diggers’ motors, and when the hell they’ll actually turn it. Often his emails go unanswered for months, sometimes he’s told that a new department or development company have been appointed. He offered (last year) to eat a hat of the Homes and Communities Agency’s choice if the diggers moved in by 31st March this year.
Last week he was told by the HCA that they are due to announce a new developer “very soon” so Andrew has generously offered to shift his hat-eating deadline to, if memory serves, June.
I thought about offering my own tifter for consumption, since it’s highly unlikely I’ll have to purchase a replacement first-quality beaver tricorn, but I think we should up the stakes for Andrew…
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