Stab in the dark

The news on the radio this morning (Heart FM — please don’t judge me) said that two men were stabbed in a club in Camberwell last night, but a quick search of the major news outlets reveals nothing. The only other detail in the story was that neither was badly injured. Does anyone have any further detail?

Author: Peter

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

53 thoughts on “Stab in the dark”

  1. I was going through my old tape cassettes the other day and discovered one of reggae recorded from the David Rodigan programme on Capital. He was advertising reggae nights in the Dome Hotel, Camberwell Church Street, in maybe the late 1980s. That disapora audience must now have disappeared from Camberwell for family houses further out in Crystal Palace, Croydon, as is the way.

  2. Hmm — i hadn’t heard or seen anything about a stabbing in Camberwell and i was walking home fairly late last night past Camberwell Green.

    However there is a fairly narrow range of venues to chose from isn’t there? At a guess i’m assuming it will be either Redstar, The Cube or Aristcrat.

  3. I hope Lord Henry and Carstairs are OK. Football fans taunt Chelsea’s Jose Mourhino with, “You bought that coat at Matalan.” I hope Lord H. and Carstairs haven’t been jeering clubbers with, “You achieved that look at baron jon.”

  4. Ha Ha!! brilliant Dagmar!

    I had always imagined that Lord Henry might buy all his clothes from that rather wonderful shop on Camberwell Church st called “Italians Option” Which seems to seel clother unlike any others i’ve ever seen.

  5. I currently slob around in three t‑shirts I found in a skip in Stories Mews. One has an Imperial College London motif, another advertises The Kidney Foundation, and the third has a BBC World Service logo “75 Years of Language Learning”. I like the randomness of this and being able to pretend I’m something I’m not.

  6. HAGGH.

    I’ve been on holiday, came back kind of looking forward to being here, returned to cloud gloom and wisps of autumn and instantly became reluctant to be involved in Camberwell. I’ve not felt like this since 2001 when various local muggings got to me and I have temporarily lost the ability to comment positively or to have optimistically bright reflections on anything except getting out fast. Which is not going to happen.

    The second rent review at The Sun and Doves is just short of a year overdue now and has been in arbitration since March 2006.

    Scottish & Newcastle Pub Enterprises want to put the rent up by £28.5K a year, more or less saying that I can easily afford a much greater increase than this if I knew how to run a business properly.

    If the arbitrator grants anything like that I’ll be out of business. No kidding. As part of evidence to give to the arbitrator I’ve been asked by my representative to compile a history of what’s happened to all the pubs in the area since 1995, when I signed my lease.

    I realise now that I’ve been avoiding doing this fairly straightforward bit of research, because I fear dark, black demonic memory things rising in my head when going into that kind of detail about Camberwell and how tough trading here has always been and, in spite of what it might look like to bystanders when our garden is really busy in the summer, still is.

    I’m about half way through the list now. Some of the information is confidential but I wonder whether, when it’s complete, the contributors here might like to see an abriged potted history of our local boozers over a decade? It makes for amazing reading — when you see just how many incarnations most places have been through you realize just how unstable and fragile our area is.

  7. The Silver Buckle manages to struggle on through thick and thin. I wonder do they have alternative avenues of revenue?

    If there was a stabbing in a club in Camberwell last night, my money’s on the misleadingly-named Aristocrat. They haven’t had a drive-by shooting there lately, so they probably got bored. Carstairs was up to something in the cellar last night, so I’m pretty sure he wasn’t involved.

    That clothes store is actually called Italian’s Opinion, which is even funnier. I knew an Italian during the war. His opinion could be summed up as, “Let’s run this way.”

    I buy all my clothes from Saville Row. Wonderful tailor. Person of reduced stature named Reginald.

  8. From memory alone:

    Phoenix & Firkin — O’Neills — Phoenix
    Kerfield Arms — Blake House — Dark Horse
    ? — Funky Munky
    ? — Pacific — Babushka — ? — Castle
    Grove House Hotel — BRB

    In the last decade, of Camberwell’s central pubs I think only the Silver Buckle, Hermit’s Cave & Sun & Doves have remained constant.

    I’m sure you can tell us better, Mark, and I’d be very interested to hear it.

  9. Mark — i sympathise — althoguh my issues are more minor — my flat being burgled (whilst i was in it!) a couple of weeks ago and the persistent dumping of rubbish in our car park by persons unknown — which the council have now threatened to fine us over — have been making me feel a bit negative about Camberwell over the last few weeks.

    Your pub research woudl be very interesting — i’m not sure if i’m right but i always thought that many pubs and restaurants in Camberwell must be affected by the lack of any “after work crowd” except the hospital staff to provide evening custom.

  10. Phew, glad you’re all right, Henry. Welcome back Mark Dodds. That potted history of recycled pubs would be great. If your rent is put up there’ll be a riot here online.

  11. The Castle was also once The Snug. Black Sheep on Camberwell Road was once The Skinner’s Arms. I once had a life.

  12. When I had a life, I used to go to the Union Tavern on the New Camberwell Road to see the Trollettes perform. They were two middle-aged chaps who used to pretend to be old ladies and induldge in risquee badinage and songs. I wonder what the Latin American folks who salsa there now would make of the Trollettes.

  13. Mark, definitely love to see the list… bring it on! maybe a photo competition for the Flickr group? see if you can get photos of them all?!

  14. With all this talk of pubs I thought I’d relate something I overheard this morning. Small boy with his mum and several other small children and lots of shopping were having a rest on the seats outside the BRB when the boy says “I’m a sarf london geese — lets get drunk!”

    How I chortled my way home.

  15. Many pubs have closed altogether.

    Phoenix & Firkin — O’Neills — Phoenix
    Kerfield Arms — Blake House — Dark Horse
    Artichoke, Brambles — Funky Munky
    Stirling Castle — Pacific — Babushka — Snug — Snug — Castle
    Grove House Hotel — BRB (owned by two PubCo’s in this guise)- soon to be refurbed as a Young’s pub

    More soon

  16. I too am feeling pessimistic and negative about the area at the moment, but I’m not sure how much of it is the usual general moodiness and withdrawal I get at the end of the summer. It gets worse over October/November and then I’m okay again when we hit November. But to be fair, it seems there is a lot to be negative about at the moment. Two of my friends were recently mugged in Burgess Park (seperate incidents), plus the incidents we’ve heard of on here — Hannahs burglary, the shameful fiasco in Lucas Gardens, etc; Is there anything to be cheerful about — apart from the opening of the Dark Horse?

  17. Ah, The Union Tavern & The Trollettes. That takes me back. Lord H — I believe that your tailor Reginald may once have been a member of the Trollettes.

  18. Someone told me that the knifing happened outside The Silver Buckle, and two guys got stabbed. Dunno if they stabbed each other or what.

    Can’t really judge the veracity of this report, but man who told me is bare street innit.

  19. I think that The Silver Buckle should be re-named

    maybe -

    “The Bloodied Stump”
    “The Severed Artery”
    “The Beheaded Torso”
    “The Red Knees And Carpetburns”

    Any other suggestions?

  20. My four;

    “The Smell of Poverty”
    “The Drink Urine, Sing Karaoke, Vomit, Steal a Random Piece of Street Furniture and Wake Up With Donner Kebab Breath, Wearing an Inside Out Pair of Pants On That You Were Previously Unaware of Owning and a Skid Mark Down Your Arm”
    “The Bring Back Sawdust Flooring”
    “The 99p Pub”

    That whole block could become a 99p store and sell everything for 99p including chickens and new limbs.

    Just imagine the pub signs.

  21. I see the Intrepid Fox in Soho is not just closing but will be demomlished to make way for flats. It is one of 20 pubs in London owned by Mitchells & Butlers that is closing — they own All Bar One. It shuts on 911, next Monday.

  22. aahh, the silver buckle! when i first moved to camberwell my friend and i actually got turned away for being too drunk. a dubious claim to fame that i’m only partly ashamed of!

  23. What a shame about the Intrepid Fox. Both best pub name for miles, and the first pub I went to straight after moving to London! I’ll miss being puked on. (mind you, haven’t been in years)

  24. Great chortles on all the pub names!

    Feeling a little lighter than when I posted my gloom above. Spent weekend on allotment (first time tilling it), helped me feel a little satisfied even though there’s a mountain of work to be done to get it going…

    The newly opened miu miu bar or whatever it’s called was a French resturant about 20 years ago then Cafe Mexicana then Calabar Kitchen then several other guises before its present incarnation.

    Cube also several things.

  25. There is a constant tidal ebb and flow between value-for-money and worth (or just plain value). Soon, chain pubs will offer value for money but no value worth going in for. It may not be worth going to Soho, for instance, if the Intrepid Fox or the Coach and Horses are no longer there and the Astoria has gone, too, and the area is glassily perfect.

    Camberwell lies on a fault line of value-for-money versus worth, which is why Camberwell goes up and down so much and only gradually up. I can’t imagine Franklins existing these days, with people eating good home-made food, bringing their own wine and dining amongst eccentric antiquities. Well, it doesn’t exist any more.

  26. This is not a gloomy outlook, just a fact: Over twelve years I’ve known quite a few people who’ve set up business in Camberwell because they believed in its potential and believed other complementary businesses would open locally, creating the beginnings of a healthy vibrant community and shopping environment that would encourage more and more people to hang out and spend their money here. Like it’s happened in East Dulwich.

    They finally either went out of business or moved elsewhere because they found trading elsewhere more straighforward.

    Incidentally the ubiquitous view of other publicans I’ve spoken to recently during research for our rent review is that trading is much tougher now than it was three years ago. All propose the rise East Dulwich as a significant reason for loss of trade.

    We can’t all be wrong.

  27. I am now thinking of taking my 3‑year-old daughter to the Silver Buckle for her education. She’s already been to the Cave and liked it there. “We’ve been to the pub,” she blurted out to the other parent when we got back home. “We’ve been to the Silver Buckle.” Now that would be something.

  28. Has anyone else registered the fact that the premises formerly occupied by Wordsworth Books are still empty? The landlaord would surely have been better off with the lower rent that the bookshop was paying than with no rent at all. Or am I being naïve?

  29. Good tunes, Alan. Your karaoke post was great, had me rolling about. I didn’t expect the Silver Buckle to come up on the inside rail like that.

  30. I like the Old Dispensary, it appeals to my metrosexuality. Plus the chicken roast on a Sunday is great, and I get to read all the papers. They also have the best coke toilets in London.

    The Silver Buckle has a bad reputation, but if I’m honest, I was in there loads of times in the old days and I never had any trouble. A few twirls of my monocle and a swish of the old molucca cane soon had the beggars running for cover.

    Alan, do you work for Betfair? My manservant Carstairs and I are taking a charabanc and a champagne hamper down to Sandown on Friday, if it doesn’t rain. Any tips for a member of the landed gentry down on his luck?

  31. Do you know, Henry, I went to Betfair, too, and now the chap’s disappeared completely. Is it me or the cheap Sicilian Nero d’Avola red they’re flogging off at the petrol station on the Peckham Road?

  32. i reckon that the demise of Wordsworth is one of the saddest things i’ve seen happen to camberwell in the three years i’ve lived here. it was such a great bookshop. i ordered all my books for college there last year in a noble gesture of supporting the independent shop etc rather than buying them all online. didn’t work tho’!

    Lord Henry: i was actually really shocked the first time i saw the old dispensary toilets. i mean, short of actually giving out free coke as you go in they really couldn’t make it any easier !!

  33. I know. And have you noticed that they’ve got one of those really big toilets for disabled people, and yet anyone who is actually in a wheelchair would be unable to get through their front doors? I mean, I’m by no means a large gentleman and yet I struggle with that tight entranceway.

    Which reminds me of my days at Sandhurst, but that’s an entirely different story, one for Volume One of the autobiography.

    Dagmar — everyone will think that we have invented someone called Alan! His full name was Alan Dale (Jim Dale’s brother) and his name linked to Betfair, in case anyone thinks we’ve gone mad.

  34. He didn’t actually say he was Jim Dale’s brother, I simply omitted a question mark.

    I believe my fuzzyheadedness is due to the after-effects of the laudanum I caught Carstairs putting into my brandy-and-lemonade yesterday.

  35. Carole — You are correct of course — but then you’re making the mistake of applying logic to the forces of free market economics…

  36. That was the strangest occurrence, Lord Henry, the appearance of a most persuasive advertisement for the Silver Buckle and then the complete disappearance Lucan-style of the author Alan Dale and his messages, presumably electronically slurped back into the Betfair website.

    Alan, are you there?

    By the by, Henry, my “partner” is convinced you are the Divine David, who used to appear at the Vauxhall Tavern on Duckie nights, maybe still does, dunno, don’t go out any more. Anyway, I corrected the partner that the Divine David’s assistant is called Jay Cloth, not Carstairs.

  37. Alan Dale has been barred from this site but you can chat with him on the SE5 forum page. Until his pro Silver Buckle opinions get him barred from there too.

  38. Dear Mrs Dale,

    Is there no way back for your son, Alan? His intervention on behalf of the Silver Buckle saved us from gastro-art-bar-ambience overload syndrome and was in itself a kind of “diversity training”. Do you know, on Friday night my old NCT (how to have a baby classes) group are coming to Camberwell from Eltham for the nightlife. I was going to take them to the Dark Horse so we could metrosexual it up, but after your son’s vivid account of Buckle Life, I’m going to take them there after some “drink food” in the Bolu.

  39. According to IC Southlondon, the stabbing was at “Mirrell” on Camberwell Church Street — do you think they mean “Miuro” (new “members bar” thing with velvet rope)? The story is at the bottom of the page.

    If it is them it’s got to be some kind of record even for Camberwell — open less than a month and a stabbing already. The Silver Buckle will be green with envy.…

  40. Lib — Is that the place formally known as The Fast Bar? — I visited a few times with a Nigerian friend of mine and got the impression that because I was with him I was tolerated but if I’d gone on my own then I’d of been persona non-grata…

  41. The club is called Miura, after a type of fierce Spanish fighting bull. There is also a Lamborghini Miura. A music entertainment company called Raw Platinum has held a club session there 9pm-5am which included a style of music called “Bashment”.

  42. Mmm, Mrs Cicely Dale…You conjure up images of a woman of a certain age in a Betjeman poem. In my halcyon youth, my wife, Lady H, played tennis with the elan of a Billy Jean Shriver. I fell in love with her then, at the club where they didn’t let in certain nondescript members of society (Jews, spivs, the Irish, Hindus). But those days are gone. Lady H is now addicted to ketamine, she has let herself go, she never wears those frilly shorts any more, and I am lost in melancholic reverie.

  43. You could sing:

    Billie — Jean — was — like my lover,
    Who’s just a girl who says that I am a one,
    “But the K is mine, my son.”

  44. Won £38.17 at Sandown today. Four winners out of six. Didn’t need the mythical Alan Dale’s help. Lady H won nothing, the drug-addled hussy. Our friend Kate, who had a young…child, I think they’re called, got the winner in the last. Carstairs got nothing, the fool.

    The Spurs to turn over the United tomorrow, please. Come on the Yids!

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