World Cup fever

The Walworth Road was teeming with joyous Ghanains celebrating their World Cup victory over the USA tonight. I know it’s not really in Camberwell, but it was such a great sight I just had to tell someone about it.

A busy weekend coming up, as Camberwell Arts Festival kicks off, and there’s a summer fete in Ruskin Park to celebrate the reopening of the bandstand.

Here’s an interesting little challenge from; how many Camberwell Beauties have you seen around Camberwell?

Where to watch the England match on Sunday? Maybe I’ll try out the Sun & Doves new projector and barbecue food. Mmm… Failing that, it’ll be a bag of pork scratchings in the Cadeleigh Arms.

Author: Peter

Long-time resident of Camberwell, author of this blog since July 2004.

22 thoughts on “World Cup fever”

  1. Beauty Butterfly was extinct — unless of course they are refering to the huge tiled wall of the old Passmore Edwards Public Library/Lynn Boxing Club on Wells Way/Burgess Park and the small tiled one on Butterfly Walk shopping centre…just how long has it taken them to fix those new metal shutters by the entrance and to give it all a lick of paint? — Yes I too was touched to see the many Ghanaians in Walworth Road joyously celebrating their progress to the next round of the World Cup from my excellent view on the top deck of the number 45 bus…

  2. Yes, they’re referring to images of the butterfly rather than the beast itself. But the Beauty is not extinct, only rare in this country.

  3. Did anyone get a snap of the joyous ghanayans? Mr Lisa told me about them, and I’d have loved to see them.

    The world cup really does make you realise & appreciate the ethnic diversity in London as a whole, but especially Camberwell!

  4. Camberwell is beautiful. Neither Peckham nor East Dulwich has the same kind of arts week or character(s).

    I was cycling near the Castle pub on Camberwell Road, there were two chaps walking towards it, one with short hair, stocky build and no neck. I heard him say, “…I couldn’t believe it when she sat on it… he said some of the people I do charlie for…” They met an older Cypriot man outside the pub and shook hands. It was like being in Spain or Sicily. Mind you, later at Dog Kennel Hill Sainsbury’s, I thought I heard a chap say, “…my brother-in-law, he’s a chicken now…”

    I noticed that the enormous tower block of flats by the Castle had… gone.

  5. I saw the joyous Ghanaians as I was traveling by in a bus. I only remembered that I had my camera in my pocket when it was too late. It was very funny — there was a large bunch of them on a very small stretch of street and a relaxed looking bobby leaning against some railings nearby, soaking up the atmosphere.

  6. Lisa my neighbour (from Ghana) has a photo on her phone. I was home early yesterday and she took me over to that very stretch on Walworth to see a bit of the end. I was the lone white face in the sea of people in one of the many barber shops — and they couldn’t have been more welcoming. Great fun.

  7. My number 12 bus got held up halfway down Walworth Road by people dancing in the middle of the road with flags and whistles. Bah humbug.

    No, it was a great sight really.

    On a trivia tip, does anyone know if there is a connection between the black star on the Ghana flag and Marcus Garvey’s shipping company the Black Star Line (the subject of many a blues and reggae song)?

  8. You’re right. I’ve just bunged into Google “Ghana flag black star means”. Do the same and you’ll get that Ghana became in 1957 the first independent African country of the 20th Century so adopted the Black Star Line’s black star. The flag was designed by a Ghanaian lady, Theodosia Salome Okoh. That Red Star pub should rename itself Black Star to celebrate their futbol. I used to like going to Club Mauve there, all art studenty, great. Mauve Star would be very Camberwell.

    Big up for Ghana. Maybe it’s partly because they’re so long independent that they’re always such nice folks. I was knocked off my bike once by some Ghana folks at the Green and they not only sent me a cheque for the bike bill but a get well card.

    Some people would say that if they’d been Nigerians they would have sued me and shipped me bike to Lagos in a container. Not me, obviously, I’m a Guardian reader.

  9. Ahhh! The infamous Nigerians!…I think it’s mainly the folk from Lagos who tend to be viewed in a dim light be their fellow Africans and others — The Nigerians from the Yoruba Tribe tend to be a lot more closer to what is thought of as “Authentically African” then the more Westernised Lagos…Although I may well be wrong…

  10. The Nigerians I’ve met are really good humoured about west African rivalries, but take a dim view of “they in the north” who are Muslim. Of course, when the rivalries in Africa get out of hand it’s nasty, like Biafra or Rwanda. Still, over here, I mean, a trip down Peckham High Street is amazing, it’s all a real laugh — I used to be scared to go there. And when you hear the French speakers, it’s like being a film.

    Just back with my 3‑year-old daughter from the Ruskin Park bandstand-opening village fete which was also a real laugh in an English village fete sort of way. I am now a member of the Camberwell Society, which I hope entitles me to a house on Camberwell Grove. I bought an old printer’s block with a picture of a stage coach passing some Tudor houses, for 50p.

    After I said to me girl, come on it’s a nice day, let’s go the pub. At the Hermits Cave, Brendan gave me a copy of the Time Out University of the Arts Summer 2006 guide which says of the Cave, “The clientele is a mix of the young, old, unhinged and alcoholic.” “Which one are you, Dagmar?” he said as Rosie sat nodding wisely over her orange juice. “All four,” I said. More sage nodding.

  11. Again not Camberwell strictly but it was lovely to see yesterday afternoon on the way to see the England Match in Shoreditch that Eelphant and Castle was full of partying Ecuadorians (obviously they had gone home dejected by the time we came back that way at about 11.30 — although they were replaced by some very happy Portugese mechanics on Camberwell station Road (and all the way to Stockwell i would assume!)

  12. I wonder whom Peter supports, England or Portugal? Your gal is Portuguese, n’est-ce pas, Pedro? I’m afraid they are proper footballers, the Portugal, inventive, instinctive and good to watch. England may yet get going, but so far it’s all a bit of a Carry On.

    This mongrel nation, held together by vinegar, brown paper and exceptional shareholder value…

  13. My wife is Brazilian, but she has said she wants England to win the World Cup; mainly because she knows I will be difficult to live with in the following days if they don’t.

  14. I see, forgive my mistake. It’s nice of your wife to wish well for Carry On England. Perhaps Brazil may also do reasonably well, probably. I was in the Hermits Cave last night to see Zinedine Zidane confound the ageists with his brilliant goal, like Roger Milla did for Cameroon. The Cave was humming, so is Arts Week, it’s a good time in SE5.

  15. I was in the BRB, which was packed to the rafters. Unfortunately, as has previously been noted, the staff didn’t keep themselves aware of what was going on, serving only the person who was there when they finally looked up from the floor and causing frustration in those of us who follow bar etiquette.

  16. Yeah, I headed up to the Canning. The clientele up there are actually interested in the football, unlike the denizens of the BRB.

    Noticed on my travels –

    1) The British Raj Indian restaurant has shut down.

    2) The notorious Castle on Wyndham Road has been put up for sale by Admiral Taverns as a “business opportunity”! Sure, if you want to open up a crack den.

  17. I still think my local, the Cadeleigh arms, is the best place to watch football. Big screen, rarely full, lots of opinionated locals to give and take stick.

  18. There was a sign in the British Raj a week or so ago saying it was closed for refurbishment, and I could see the wallpaper had been stripped. Maybe, though, it won’t re-open. I don’t see many people eating there these days.

    We used to love that place when it was Zara’s Kitchen, and Zara herself could generally be seen going in and out of the kitchen. Then it said it was “under new management”, though still called Zara’s Kitchen, and the life seemed to go out of it. We haven’t set foot in it since it became British Raj — royal blue is a nice enough colour but not plastered over the front of an Indian restaurant.

  19. I still wonder if a bloggers’ trip to Zara’s East Croydon restaurant is in order. We could wear masks.

  20. About The Castle pub on Wyndham Road, I’ve noticed they are trying to soften the estate by re-paving in front of the shops — That’s all very well but that Castlemead Block has got to be one of the most horrific things an architect has ever perpetuated on a community — As the much loved Ol’ Cockney London saying goes —

    “You Can’t Polish A Turd!”

    and who can argue with that?…

  21. “Caves in the sky,” I remember that style of block being described by a local in a book called People of Providence, edited by Tony Parker, a collection of interviews with people from the Camberwll estates.

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