The big sky.

Over the last few weeks, the Maggot Sandwich has had a fairly consistent theme – that of the extent of new construction in and around Erith. It is certainly a royal pain in the backside in the short – term, but should prove a real bonus and an improvement to the whole area in time. We currently have the Erith Park redevelopment well under way – which incidentally is currently the largest mixed rental / shared ownership / retail sale housing development in Europe. On top of that we have the construction of the new Bexley College campus next to Erith Station (and more of this later), the refurbishment and internal conversion of the former Cross Keys pub into office and meeting room space for the international management consultancy the Aleff Group, and the refurbishment and partial re-engineering of the bridge over the railway in Bexley Road. On top of this, a new piece of civil engineering is currently under public consultation. Manor Road, one of the busiest main roads in Erith has had a severe problem with speeding and a high incidence of road accidents for many years, something that I have historically documented on various occasions. Bexley Council have sent out a consultation document to local residents to ask for their opinions and feedback regarding a number of proposals; these proposals include: 1) To raise the existing zebra crossing near the roundabout at James Watt Way with 2 metre wide new refuge island. 2) To raise the existing zebra crossing near Appold Street and move it slightly Eastwards. 3) To provide unrestricted parking bays between Springfield Road and Alexander Road. 4) To provide restricted parking bays between Aperfield Road and Springfield Road. 5) To provide 3 pairs of speed cushions just after Turpin Lane and Frobisher Road, and 6) To provide red road surfacing roundel of 20mph showing the road speed limit on Manor Road of 20mph. Local residents have been sent a letter with further details, along with a printed copy of the drawing that you can see above – click on it for a larger view. Overall the plans for traffic calming are sound, but there are issues; the huge Frobisher Road Estate on the South side of Manor Road is visited nightly by the emergency services – usually to deal with a drugs overdose, or a chip pan fire. So frequent are the visits that the vehicles only use their blue flashing lights after dark – otherwise Manor Road residents would have a nightly dose of sirens. The problem that any traffic calming measures have is twofold; firstly they can increase the response times of ambulances and fire engines; quite often the most powerful objections to speed ramps are actually the emergency services themselves. The other downside to ramps and speed cushions is the oft cited problem of increased noise and air pollution. The thinking is, a significant percentage of road users detest speed restrictions, and do everything in their power to circumvent them. This usually means dramatic slowing down at the last minute when approaching a speed bump, then hard acceleration as soon as the vehicle is over it “to make up for lost time”. To be honest this makes bugger all difference to an overall journey time, but it does make a lot of unnecessary noise and air pollution, as a vehicles’ engine emissions go through the roof under heavy acceleration. Manor Road has had a blanket speed restriction of twenty miles an hour for many years; as well as being an important transport thoroughfare for the various industrial estates in Manor Road itself, and Eastwards into Slade Green, but it is also an important residential area. Cars and motorbikes regularly speed along the road – I think they get encouraged by the relatively long straight stretches of the road. Some years ago a motorcyclist was killed heading Westward towards Erith; at the time there was a blind junction with Frobisher Road, and a van pulled out in front of the motorbike – the biker was killed instantly (his head came off, complete inside his helmet). Police later estimated he had been travelling in excess of eighty miles per hour when the impact happened. I felt sorry for the van driver, who was completely exonerated after the incident. The junction was rebuilt to try and give drivers pulling out of Frobisher Road a better chance of seeing oncoming traffic, but the fact remains that some cars and bikes travel far too fast along Manor Road, and in built up areas, excessive speed is one of the largest contributory factors in traffic accidents.

Talking of Manor Road, this photo was taken earlier in the week by Manor Road resident Norbert, who saw the air ambulance hovering over the yard of Vinton Metals. It is not one of the air ambulances one normally sees in this area; in fact it is normally based in rural Gloucestershire. You can see the details of the helicopter in question here. I think it may be standing in for our regular chopper, which may be in for servicing or repair. 

You may recall that a couple of weeks ago I wrote a piece relating to the relative affordability of living in the local area, and how Erith and Slade Green were one of the cheapest places to live that are within easy commuting distance of central London; well once again a theme that I have espoused has been picked up by the London Evening Standard. A series of letters have been published over the course of the week on the subject of affordable places to live near to London – a couple of quotes should give you an idea of the content: “I was really surprised that Mike Hoff says that he can’t afford a flat in zone 4 for £200,000 (Letters, Monday), Abbey Wood is in zone 4 and is a decent place with lovely woods and parks. It’s 25 minutes to London Bridge. You can get both houses and flats for under £200,000, although the houses will need work.” A second letter has a differing viewpoint “Catherine Raheem (Letters, Monday) suggests that aspiring home owners priced out of London should look further afield in areas such as Slade Green. What self respecting thirty something with a shred of ambition would want to live in distant suburbia?” Ahem. One could counter by asking what self respecting thirty something would want to live in central London? It is all a matter of perspective. Personally, whilst I like London, I would not wish to live in the middle of it, even if I could afford to. It is simply too busy, crowded and noisy. Whatever else you say about Erith and Slade Green, you cannot deny we have one thing London sorely lacks – a very big sky. Go onto Erith Pier, or stroll through Slade Green Marshes and look around you; a view from horizon to horizon almost uncluttered by man made structures – it is about as close to a natural wilderness that you will get anywhere within the M25, and something that many people overlook to their loss.

One of my confidential local informants has come across some interesting, and possibly hopeful information; the “Fix My Transport” campaign to get Network Rail to install a lift at Erith Station is not as dead in the water as many had been led to believe. A source in Network Rail Emailed my contact to say that currently they had no funding for architectural changes to Belvedere, Erith or Abbey Wood stations (which is quite ironic when one considers that the current Abbey Wood railway station is shortly to be demolished, replaced with a temporary structure, which in turn will be replaced by the huge, two storey Crossrail terminus station – but of course that all comes out of someone elses’ budget, so to Network Rail, it does not count). Anyway, Network Rail are submitting requests for step free access to Erith Station to the Department of Transport for consideration in April 2014; any funding would come from them. Apparently Belvedere station is not regarded as a priority, as it already has a ramp accessible to buggies and wheelchairs, in addition to the normal footbridge. Erith has no such provision, and it is to be hoped that it will be given a higher priority. Bearing in mind that over and above the existing usage profile of Erith Station (principally people commuting in and out of London), the opening of Bexley College, literally right next to the station will mean that the throughput of users will likely increase, giving an even stronger reason for Network Rail to comply with the Disability Rights Act and give wheelchair and buggy access to the London bound platform, as should really already be the case.

I have in the past complained that Erith has no proper “sit down” restaurants, and to date this is still the case; we do have a large number of takeaways and cafes (I classify the Mambocino coffee shop / cafe under this heading, although it does server proper “knife and fork” meals, as does the very highly regarded T-Bone Cafe in Fraser Road. The difference is, that these places are the kind you visit when you are hungry, rather than somewhere you would take someone to impress them. Also, neither are open in the evening – the T-Bone Cafe closes at about 3pm, and The Mambocino closes when the Erith Riverside Shopping Centre locks its’ gates at 6pm. If you want an evening meal with a little more style, you need to travel elsewhere, the nearest places being Northumberland Heath and Upper Belvedere. One place in Upper Belvedere that I visited with friends last weekend was the Spice Master Indian restaurant in Nuxley Road, Upper Belvedere. The building that the restaurant is located in has a lot of history. It was originally constructed as a Victorian temperance cafe called the Belvedere Coffee Tavern and Refreshment Bar – see the period photograph above - click for a larger version. I can dimly recall it as a “greasy spoon” type cafe when I was a child, growing up in Upper Belvedere. I never went in it, but would go past regularly. In the mid to late eighties the cafe building was extensively extended and remodelled, to the extent that the owners got into some rather hot water with Bexley Council planning department, as the original structure was a grade II listed building, and they altered it so much that it lost its’ listing. At the same time it was extended, it changed from being a rather scruffy looking cafe into a rather upmarket Italian restaurant called La Dolce Vita, which seemed to be frequented by elderly Jaguar driving wide boys and their brassy wives. It was very popular at lunch times for people holding business meetings, and at weekends it was packed – especially for Sunday lunch when one would need to book in advance to stand a chance of getting a table. During the middle of this period, it was exposed by the News Shopper has having the worst kitchen hygiene recorded in Bexley to that date; the place was so bad that it was featured on at least one television consumer protection programme. This had the effect of killing trade off almost overnight. They cleaned the place up, and re-launched it the next year with a new name –“The Garden”, but people had long memories, and the trade did not return. One diner of the time told me ”It was nearly always empty and almost overly friendly with the service. We knew of its health and safety problems (but that was like a year before we'd started going there so it had cleaned up its act) and we had some lovely meals. We tended to use it as a "sod-it-we-can't-be-arsed-to-cook" night as it was local, quite reasonable and they had a tolerable/well priced wine list. It was nice enough but I'm not a fan of Italian Restaurants seeing as at home we eat a lot of Italian style dishes (pasta, lasagne, meatballs, Mediterranean salad etc) so I like to have stuff a bit different when I go out.  It was the height of mid-80's home decoration inside, if I remember rightly. Artex about 3ft thick and everything covered in fake Roman columns, plastic ivy and plaster statues with B and Q's finest wall-hangings and light fittings. Probably quite swish in the day but when we were there in the mid-90's it was a little tired and dated and not my type of thing at all”. Not long after this, it closed for good and lay empty and boarded up for quite a time.It was about at this time that I moved to Erith, and was less aware of the goings on in Nuxley Road than I used to be. The old restaurant building was again gutted and refurbished, this time as an Indian restaurant; the first competition for the venerable and long established Belvedere Tandoori, which was one of my introductions to high street curry eating back in the day. Nowadays the reviews suggest that the Belvedere Tandoori still produces tasty food, but the online review consensus is that the staff are terrible – slow and surly on a good day, and worse than that at other times.

I did not try the new restaurant, now called Spice Master for many years; I was working in the East End, and used to visit the legendary, and sadly now closed Sweet and Spicy a couple of times a week; I would also make regular lunch time trips to the Halal Restaurant in Mark Street E1 – which has been serving up genuine Bangladeshi food since shortly before WWII, and is one of the oldest continually in service curry houses in the UK. In many ways at this time I was spoiled for choice, and “ate what the locals ate”. Consequently I did become quite sniffy about ordinary high street curry houses and the food that they cooked. I felt that it was not “authentic” and was too engineered to suit a Western palate. In essence I had become a bit of a curry snob.  During this time, the Spice Master just curried on (oh the wit!) and our paths did not cross. Once I had moved on from the job based in the East End, the curry consumption drastically reduced, but I still had a degree of distain for ordinary high street restaurants. Over the last few years I have come to realise that your high street curry is a thing on its’ own. It may not bear much resemblance to food you would eat in Bangalore or Karachi, but it has now been around for long enough to have created its’ own unique identity – it is what it is, and it is rightfully unapologetic. Most high street curry, whilst being called “Indian” is actually far closer to Bangladeshi cuisine, as most of the original restaurant owners came from Bangladesh, rather than India, but were quick to realise that in 1950’s / 1960’s Britain, most English people had not heard of Bangladesh, so a bit of inspired re - branding labelled the new food outlets as “Indian” restaurants. The Spice Master hits pretty much all of the modern curry house clichés straight out of the box. No flock wallpaper, but a light and clean look. Usually in the evenings there is a doorman in a turban and sparkly tunic standing outside – which cannot be much fun at this time of year, though it does add a touch of unexpected glamour to the place. The restaurant is absolutely huge; it must have around 150 covers, and does get very busy at times, though I have found service to be pretty good. A couple of times a month they have themed nights with a singer – usually an Elvis impersonator, or songs from Bollywood. All very cheesy and fun if it is your thing. It is not mine, I have to say. You are best advised to check when the musical special nights are on, by checking the Spice Master website here.  All in all, it is what it is, and this is no bad thing. If you like a curry and don’t want to travel very far, you could do far worse. It gets a thee out of five star rating for food hygiene, which is acceptable, if not great. Overall a thumbs up, anyway.

Culture and Communications Minister Ed Vaizey is in some hot water with the broadcasting industry right now. Vaizey is supporting a scheme to remove all national and regional radio stations from the FM band, and make them only available via DAB digital radio. Nathan Rogers, owner of Brighton’s Juice 102.7 radio station said "As the government gets ever closer to announcing what it intends to do, it needs to stop this forced switchover nonsense and start making decisions based upon the interests of the listener and not half-baked ideas and fantasy timetables, It's a classic case of emperor’s new clothes. DAB was never going to be a viable replacement for FM. In radio’s multi-platform future, DAB is simply one extra way to listen”. Rogers has started a “No to DAB” campaign, mainly attracting the small, independent stations who cannot afford to purchase a DAB multiplex slot. They also say that for local radio listening, only 15% is done via DAB, a vast bulk is still done via analogue FM, where something in the region of 90% still listen at least some of the time via an analogue source. More listening tends to be done via Internet streaming than by DAB. The proponents of DAB cite better audio quality (after all, it is ”digital”, thus one would think, automatically better) actually this is almost always not the case. In order to squeeze as many stations into the available bandwidth, the bit rate at which they transmit their content is limited. Some stations have even had to reduce their output to mono in order to keep the audio available. Digital audio signals are an almost “all or nothing” affair – you hit a weak signal,  and is sounds like it is coming through bubbling water, then it dies completely. FM analogue signals do what they call in the trade “degrade gracefully” – as the signal strength drops, the noise – usually in the form of “hiss” increases – but you can still hear the station quite clearly. The signal loss has to be pretty catastrophic to lose the audio completely. The real reason for the attempt by the Government to close down as many FM radio stations as possible has absolutely bugger all to do with the technology of DAB, it is all to do with them wanting to free up the FM radio spectrum so that they can sell it off for other uses; this is exactly what happened to the analogue television network when it was switched off (except that there were much better reasons for moving to digital television which don’t apply for radio). The British DAB broadcasting network is now nineteen years old, but it has never really penetrated the market in the way it was intended. This can be attributed to a number of factors; the audio quality is generally sub – par, signal coverage is very patchy across the UK, and portable DAB receivers eat batteries like they are going out of fashion. Don’t get the impression I am being a Luddite about this; I do have a DAB radio which I use to listen to Planet Rock and BBC Radio 4 Extra on a daily basis – but that is despite those stations being on DAB, not because. Technology has moved on, and DAB has never really been updated. To get audio quality up to the standards of say BBC Radio 3 on FM with a good analogue signal, a DAB radio needs to receive a data stream of at least 256kb/sec; the trouble is, almost no DAB stations do this – most are a maximum of 128kb/sec or lower – when you can get a signal at all. A growing number of stations are switching to mono to save bandwidth and thus cost. DAB is basically the Betamax of radio transport formats; it was a good idea on paper, but due to poor implementation it never really took off as intended, and it has now been surpassed by the huge explosion of web based broadcasting. With the advent of 4G phone networks, and fast, fibre optic home networking, much more radio listening is being done via the Internet. DAB is dead, it has just not realised it yet.

The ending video this week is a bit of a treat; the BBC normally disable embedding videos they upload to YouTube; but this seems to be an exception to that rule. It is a short mini Doctor Who episode that explains how the Eighth Doctor regenerated into the previously unknown "War Doctor" played by John Hurt. Paul McGann was a great actor to play the Eighth Doctor, and it is a real pity he got so little screen time. His contribution to the Doctor Who audio adventures show his commitment to the character though; at least his version of the Doctor gets to choose his regeneration. Watch below, and click to make full screen. 

Farewell Sweet and Spicy.

With the construction programme now well under way on the new Bexley College campus in Walnut Tree Road, focus has once again fallen on South Eastern Trains and their lack of provision of a lift or other step free access to the London bound platform at Erith Station. At present, the only method of getting onto the London bound platform is via an ancient and very steep wrought iron footbridge as seen in the photo above (click for a larger view), which is functionally unusable by anyone with a baby buggy or who has to use a wheelchair. Local MP Teresa Pearce started an online campaign to try and get South Eastern to do something about this, but their bland reply was that anyone needing to use the London bound platform should get on a Kent bound train on the platform adjacent to the ticket office, to travel three stops in the opposite direction to Dartford Station, use the lift there to change platforms to pick up a London bound train, then travel back through Erith towards London. Aside from any additional expense and inconvenience that this would cause to someone, there is the matter that even if you managed to get a quick connection at Dartford, it would still add at least thirty minutes to the journey time. This clearly discriminates against travellers with a buggy or using a wheelchair. I know that many locals feel strongly about this issue, but the rail company just don’t seem to want to do anything about it – probably due to the expense. The fact that they are almost certainly in direct breach of the Disability Rights Act seems to completely pass them by. You can join the ongoing campaign on the Fix My Transport website here.

Some readers may be aware that I am very fond of a curry; back in the mid to late 1990’s I was a reviewer for the Good Curry Guide – an unpaid volunteer who would assess and rate my visits to Indian restaurants. I got quite a few entries in the guide, and wrote a number of articles for “Curry” magazine (now sadly no more).  At the time I worked for a company on the boundary between the City of London and the East End, which meant I was well placed for lunchtime curry house visits. Back then, the area now known as “Banglatown” was just plain Brick Lane, well prior to the areas’ gentrification. It was rough. Brick Lane and its’ environs were still the home of the rag trade, with multiple sweat shops and factories churning out cheap clothing which would mainly go on to be sold on market stalls and discount shops around the country. Around a third of the shops in Brick Lane itself were showrooms for the clothing and cheap jewellery factories, and you would see men unloading overfilled vans with armfuls of fabric. Back then, Brick Lane was pretty much the sole domain of the Indians, Pakistanis and Bangladeshi people who both lived and worked locally. I was unusual in exploring the area during my lunch breaks – the place was not like it is now – a tourist trap with many visitors. Then it was fairly insular and inwards looking. Whilst not exactly hostile, many locals were pretty ambivalent about visitors. Then, as now there were many curry houses in the road, and most of them were as bad then as they are now, though then they did not employ hustlers to try to tempt passers by into their restaurant with improbable offers of discounts and free offers – a practice I understand has recently been banned. One thing became apparent during my walks down Brick Lane. The locals only ate at one place – they studiously avoided the commercial curry houses, which were there purely to extract money from external visitors (nothing has changed there, to be honest). There was a cafeteria type restaurant on the corner of Brick Lane and Chicksands Street, almost opposite the Police station which seemed to attract a lot of local men – looking through the window, one could see a mass of skull caps and beards. It occurred to me that if the locals rated the place, it must be worth checking out. Later that week I plumped up the courage to go into the place – it did look pretty scary, and I was the only white face in the establishment. It was a revelation; the food was ordered and paid cafe style from the counter; the staff then brought the dishes to your table, which was a McDonalds type Formica affair. The floor was plain linoleum, and the walls were decorated with posters of Indian wrestlers from the 1950’s (I later found out that the proprietor was a former Indian Olympic wrestling champion). The food was amazing – not restaurant type fare, but high quality Bangladeshi home style food in huge portions at a very low price. Back then I could have a spicy mutton curry, boiled rice, a couple of chapattis and a samosa or two, plus a side dish of natural yoghurt, their trademark red sauce, sliced raw onion and a few green chillies for around £5.50. The place had no licence and did not allow the consumption of alcohol, but they had a wide selection of soft drinks, and anyway each table had a large complimentary metal jug of water which was kept refilled by the serving staff; cups were self service and obtained free from the counter. The place was called “Sweet and Spicy”, and it was an East End legend and institution. I was a regular, going there for lunch at least twice a week until I changed jobs in the year 2000. After then I would still visit when able, and the owner, Omar Butt would always greet me warmly, usually with a free cup of tea. “Sweet and Spicy” had been opened in 1969, and it was one of the only places in London that you could have a curry for breakfast. Over the years, as Brick Lane changed, market staff from the nearby Petticoat Lane Market would eat at the place, and gradually more European faces would be seen sitting at tables. Sweet and Spicy became a melting pot of the East End – the food was consistently good, whether one popped in to pick up a kebab roll takeaway (a kebab roll was a mutton sheikh kebab wrapped in a chapatti with finely sliced onion and lettuce, a chilli or two and a generous dash of their secret red sauce) it was cheap, tasty and very filling. If you went for a full sit – down lunch you would be unlikely to want to eat again for twenty four hours – I don’t think Omar Butt had any concept of portion control. Curries were simmered very slowly, and the meat was served on the bone – something almost unheard of anywhere else. The result was meltingly tender and stunningly flavour full curries. Over time, word got out (possibly helped by a glowing review I wrote for the Good Curry Guide) and "Sweet and Spicy" won the Time Out cheap eat award as best cheap eating venue in London.  The restaurant went from strength to strength and it was often hard to find a seat, especially on a Friday when the local Mosque kicked out after midday prayers.  Over the last couple of years I have only managed to eat there a couple of times, though I did manage to introduce a couple of friends to the eaterie. I was shocked to discover this week that after 44 years of serving London the finest authentic curries, that Sweet and Spicy has closed down. I was truly gutted – it was a key place in the East End. It would appear that I am not the only person to feel so strongly about it – you can read an obituary on the end of "Sweet and Spicy" here – check out the comments under the article – there are a lot of people who mourn the loss of one of London’s culinary landmarks. You can also read more about the place here. Brick Lane really is not a place worth visiting for food any more; it is just a tourist trap and that is all. The nearest other curry houses worthwhile visiting in the East End are the Lahore Kebab House in Umberston Street E1, a huge 350 cover restaurant that is very popular with the braying city trader types - it offers outstanding tandoori cooked meats and some very creditable curries, though it does tend to get quite loud. My own favourite alternative place is one of the oldest Indian restaurants in London, that first opened its' doors to the paying public in 1939, and has been in the same Grade II listed building ever since. The place is called the Halal Restaurant and it can be found in Mark Street, E1. It is a more quiet and traditional affair than the Lahore Kebab House, but the food is excellent - properly "old school". Their meatball vindaloo is a thing of wonder. Recommended if you are in the area. 

The photo above was taken earlier this week by regular Maggot Sandwich readers Dawn and Richard of a seal swimming in the River Thames at the Crossness Outfall in Thamesmead. Seals will not swim in polluted water - their presence is a very good indicator of the health of the river water, so seeing them locally is a very welcome thing. People look at the greenish - grey colour of much of the lower Thames and assume that it is still terribly polluted, as it indeed used to be; in fact the colouration is mainly due to the large amount of silt and other natural particulates that are held in suspension by the water. Ironically these are good news for much of the wildlife that lives in or on the river - lot of nutrients eaten by small bugs, larvae and other creatures at the bottom end of the food chain, which in turn get eaten by the fish, and then the fish get eaten by the top end predators like the seal in the photo above. Dawn and Richard tell me that the Crossness Outfall is an excellent spot for nature viewing. I may well take my camera along there soon and see for myself. You can see some photos taken by a local bird watcher here. 

The compact cassette has its’ 50^th birthday this month. Whilst now a dying, (if not quite truly dead) breed, the cassette did as much in the 70’s and 80’s to spread and popularise music as the 45rpm single did in the 1960’s. The cassette format was developed and patented by Philips, and the European launch of the cassette took place at the Berlin Radio Show in August 1963. To be honest, the early cassette recorders were pretty dire – the format was originally created to be used for voice recording and other dictation type duties. It was only later when Sony and Nakamichi (a specialist Japanese electronics company that made the Dragon – the ultimate audiophile cassette player / recorder) became involved in created much higher quality read / write heads and far greater precision tape transport mechanisms that the format started to get used for high fidelity recording and playback. The “killer app” for the compact cassette was the invention of the Sony Walkman in 1979 when music could be enjoyed on the move by an individual for the first time. It is hard to credit now the impact the invention of the Walkman had at the time – I recall saving up for ages to be able to afford the Sony WM-10 Walkman, which was actually physically smaller than the size of a cassette box, and expanded to take a cassette. It was an amazing bit of precision engineering; back in the early to mid 1980’s Sony really were on a roll – their portable cassette decks and radio kit was exceptionally good. I still have my Sony ICF 2001D receiver in good working order – a portable shortwave communications receiver that has not been bettered to this day. The model had such a good reputation that the BBC issued it as standard equipment to all of their foreign correspondents for many years. Mine sits on my bedside cabinet, acting as a alarm clock / radio, and means I can lay in bed listening to the broadcasts of shortwave stations like Laser Hot Hits on 4.026 MHz. 

On Monday afternoon I popped into Morrison’s to pick up something for my dinner. As I picked up a hand basket, I noticed a chap giving me what I term “the Look”. The Look is a combination of curiosity, surprise and recognition – and is nearly always when a Maggot Sandwich reader has twigged that yours truly has made an appearance. It was indeed the case on this occasion; I had a very pleasant chat with the gentleman, who has been a reader for a couple of years. It is always nice to get feedback from readers. I am aware that there have been some intermittent problems with the comments function on the Maggot Sandwich – sometimes a comments box appears, and other times not. The behaviour is intermittent, but would seem to be more common when viewing the site with Google Chrome (which is curious – one would have thought any rendering issues would be more likely with a non Google browser). There is also a bug which shows the location of the posting as “undefined” when in fact the location is correctly set as Erith. Both of these issues I need to log with Google’s Blogger support. I think both issues are problems with the Blogger template that I use.  Hopefully I will be able to get both resolved before too long, as both problems are annoying, if not actual show - stoppers.

Talking of Google Chrome, sales figures for the first half of this year are now in, and the biggest surprise has been that sales of Google’s Chromebook laptops have greatly exceeded expectation . On both Amazon US and Amazon UK, Chromebook sales have dominated the under £300 laptop sector. Fears that buyers would return the machine once they discovered it only ran a web browser, rather than being a fully featured laptop have been unfounded. Users spend 95% of their time on the web – social media, Email, and even relatively demanding tasks such as photo editing can all be done online via the browser, and video is supplied by sites such as BBC iPlayer and YouTube. I think that most users would find the Chromebook an ideal second computer – I certainly do, and would not be without it. A real bargain at £229, and well worth a go if you are curious.

If you ask most locals what the oldest building in Erith is, they don’t have a clue. This is understandable, since nearly all of the original, Victorian town was butchered when the hideous concrete shopping centre was constructed in 1966 to 1973, leaving only the High Street in a conservation area, and relatively untouched. The oldest building is actually the Post Office. The structure was originally built as a stables and livery store in the 17^th Century – if you look at the roof of the structure from a high point such as the steps leading into the Erith Riverside Shopping Centre opposite, you can see the ancient design of the gabled roof. Actually the Post Office takes up less than half of the building. The rest is occupied by long established local sign making company WDS Signs, whose website you can see by clicking here. The history of Erith was obliquely referenced yesterday morning in a BBC Radio 4 documentary presented by Steve Punt about a chap called William Cantelo, who allegedly was the original inventor of the recoil operated machine gun. Cantelo was a Southampton pub landlord whose experiments in the cellar of his pub often caused consternation to both his regulars and his neighbours. Once he was confident that his machine gun was ready for the world, he packed several prototypes up and went off to market the weapon. That was the last anyone ever saw of him. Not long afterwards, Erith's won Hiram Maxim (born in America, but a naturalised Briton) started producing his range of Maxim Guns - touted as the first recoil operated machine gun, which were made at his large factory in Fraser Road, Erith - to this day the area is known locally as "The Pom Pom" - after the noise of the guns being tested made. Investigators have noticed that Cantelo and Maxim looked remarkably similar - and certain conspiracy theorists have had a field day in supposing what the connection between the two men was. The thing is, back in the late Edwardian period, most men over the age of thirty had large bushy beards - as did both Cantelo and Maxim, and a lot of their physical similarity would seem to be due to the beard element. Later, Hiram Maxim claimed that he had a double who was impersonating him, but this was never independently confirmed (Maxim was fond of making sweeping statements, so this was nothing remarkable or at all unusual). Anyway, UK residents can listen to the radio programme investigating the very strange case by visiting the BBC iPlayer website here. It is a fascinating story that I was unaware of, though as long - term Maggot Sandwich readers will recall, I have written at length about Hiram Maxim in the past, listing some of his less well known inventions (the spring loaded mouse trap, for one) and his semi successful attempt at heavier than air flight which took place in Danson Park five years before the Wright Brothers claimed the record for themselves. Listen to the excellent documentary and then decide for yourself.

The ending video this week is something of a curiosity. It is the first episode from a BBC2 situation comedy starring George Cole, called "Comrade Dad" from back in 1983. Personally I don't remember it at all, but when mentioning it to a couple of friends, they do dimly recall it. "Comrade Dad" is basically a version of George Orwell's "1984" but with laughs. The premise of the show is that Britain in 1999 has been invaded by the Russians, and is now under Communist rule. George Cole plays the everyman head of a London family trying to make their way through the layers of socialist bureaucracy and petty rules, whilst trying to remain true to his communist beliefs, despite the clear evidence that Communism does not work. It is actually quite good, and I am surprised that they only made one series of it. This clip shows the first ten minutes of the pilot episode. When this was uploaded, you could only upload a maximum of a ten minute video to YouTube; if you want to see the rest of the episode, you will need to click here and here. Enjoy. Please feel free to leave a comment below.