Ragged Clown

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Urbs vs Suburbs

I love this line from @pippa_bailey in The New Stateman:

“I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I did know that I wanted it to be in zone two.”

I grew up in suburbia but I got my first Red Bus Rover at age 10, and, with my 8-year-old neighbour, toured all the famous places. Trafalgar square. Buckingham Palace. Hamleys!

Trafalgar Square, London 2 - Jun 2009.jpg
Photo by DAVID ILIFF. License: CC BY-SA 3.0

It was 12¾ miles by train to Charing Cross station and I must’ve made that journey a thousand times in my teenage years. St James Park. The Natural History Museum. Oxford Street. Ice skating at Queensway.

Sidcup railway station, Greater London.jpg
Sidcup Station By Nigel Thompson, CC BY-SA 2.0
(The Rolling Stones were born on Platform 1)

I finally got to live in Zone 2 after I left the Navy. Whitechapel had the BEST pubs for music. The George on Commercial Street had an amateur hour on Fridays where any one of those pensioners could’ve been a star in their day. Maybe they were?

The George Tavern, Commercial Road, 1969, London – by David Granick

I swore I’d never live in suburbia again. Plymouth Hoe was our next stop but we soon traded our view of Plymouth Sound for the shadows of the World Trade Centre in Manhattan.

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New York, New York.

Two years of that and we headed for San Francisco but we missed it by sixty miles.

We ended up surrounded by the dreary strip malls of Almaden Valley for the next 23 years. It was a four-mile drive to the nearest pub, the Britannia Arms. Thank God they put a bar inside Whole Foods.

Photo of Blossom Hill Taproom - San Jose, CA, United States. 5/26/17- There are 2 flat screens available.
Tap Room at Whole Foods Market Blossom Hill in San Jose

My vow was dormant but not forgotten and now here we are in the thick of it again. Home at last.

There must be 100 pubs and restaurants within a mile of our house in Bristol. Three of my favourites are just minutes away. The Grain Barge, The Broken Dock and The Three Tuns are as much home as my actual home.

The Grain Barge in Bristol Harbour

We get asked all the time why anyone would trade California for Bristol but this is the view from my building and I awake every Sunday to cathedral bells.

Bristol Harbour with Mr Brunel’s ship in the background.

Contrary to their reputation, cities are much friendlier than the suburbs and I strike up a conversation with a stranger every single time I go to the pub. That happened maybe four times in twenty years in Silicon Valley. It helps to have a cute dog.

Dog with Wine at The Bristol Cheesemonger, Wapping Wharf.

When we came home to England we chose Bristol at random like a Womble choosing his name on Uncle Bulgaria’s map of the world.

Clifton Suspension Bridge from The Avon Gorge Hotel.

It was home all along but we never knew it until now.