Camden Goes To Hell
Not so long ago Camden was a pleasing hippyish outland of canals, bookshops and antiquarians. Now every square inch of it it sells drug paraphernalia and t-shirts to tourists who are easily parted from their cash. The tube and town are so overcrowded that the locals hide at weekends – which is just as well, as the Inverness Street food market has just been replaced with – guess what – t-shirt stalls and Union Jack rubbish.
Camden Council failed its residents by turning the borough into a retail free-for-all without control, taste or an interest in anything but turning a buck. Here’s an example;
A local pub, once elegant, now run-down, built to commemorate Princess Beatrice (with her name engraved on the roof). Beatrice was the youngest and most devoted of Queen Victoria’s daughters, the one who abandoned her own hopes to remain at her grieving mother’s side until her death. An interesting theme for a pub, you’d think. It could have been restored, as would happen elsewhere. But why bother to encourage that? Well done, Camden, you must be very proud.