Farmers’ Market on Camberwell Green — Om Nom Nom

According to the Urban Farmers’ Markets website, a new market will open on Camberwell Green ‘later this year’. This is good news, although I do wonder whether we can support markets in Oval, Peckham, Elephant, and now Camberwell too. Hope so.

Author: Peter

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

144 thoughts on “Farmers’ Market on Camberwell Green — Om Nom Nom”

  1. When the doyen of philatelic journalists, Fred. J. Melville, died in January 1940 the world of stamp collecting suffered a great loss.

  2. @Gnomee I wasn’t entirely aware of The Licensing Act 1872, but point taken. I guess it mainly applies to horse riders?

    In other news I saw in Southwark Weekender that Manu Chao is playing at the Coronet on October 23.

    That’s one activist, benefit gig not to miss. £15 tickets are advertised for £50 on the Internet after-market, which doesn’t do much to support Columbian orphanages.

  3. Ah-ha, many thanks, Mark Dodds, Dodds, thanks indeed. Futura became part of Macdonald Futura which is now part of Time Life. Everything else is owned by Hachette. How times change.

  4. A pleasure Dagmar. Thumbprint are part of the underlying fabric of excellence that is Camberwell.

    By the way word on the street, I mean on Warner Road of course, is that Damien is tarting up next door to 110 to be something like a workshop/studio/exhibition space.

  5. I’m researching drinks packaging at work and came across this interesting bottle invention originating in Camberwell: the Codd-neck bottle used for popular Japanese soft drink Ramune.

    The closure has a round marble that you push into the bottle to drink — it rattles around, and you need to learn a special knack for drinking it without the marble rolling back into the neck and stopping the flow of liquid.

    From Wikipedia:

    In 1872, British soft drink maker Hiram Codd of Camberwell, south east London, designed and patented a bottle designed specifically for carbonated drinks. The Codd-neck bottle, as it was called, was designed and manufactured to enclose a marble and a rubber washer/gasket in the neck. The bottles were filled upside down, and pressure of the gas in the bottle forced the marble against the washer, sealing in the carbonation. The bottle was pinched into a special shape, as can be seen in the photo to the right, to provide a chamber into which the marble was pushed to open the bottle. This prevented the marble from blocking the neck as the drink was poured

    Soon after its introduction, the bottle became extremely popular with the soft drink and brewing industries mainly in Europe, Asia and Australasia, though some alcohol drinkers disdained the use of the bottle. One etymology of the term codswallop originates from beer sold in Codd bottles.[5]

    The bottles were regularly produced for many decades, but gradually declined in usage. Since children smashed the bottles to retrieve the marbles, they are relatively rare and have become collector items; particularly in the UK. A cobalt coloured Codd bottle today fetches thousands of British pounds at auction[citation needed]. The Codd-neck design is still used for the Japanese soft drink Ramune and in the Indian drink called Banta.

  6. Interesting! I remember seeing this kind of bottle when I was very young, although I don’t remember where.

  7. We can now berate each other using the word “codswallop” with complete regional authenticity. Excellent, Ben. The Dualit website has a picture of their Camberwell factory in 1952. Does anyone recognise where it is located today?

  8. Dagmar

    I thought that the Dualit factory was on Old Kent Road…Not totally sure however…

    Back in the day all Southwark had were the docks (workers were not employees as such, merely paid by the day) the pub, the church — oh and Millwall FC…but that was about it…

    However Lambeth was quite a different kettle of fish…Mainly because there were not any docks as such, this resulted in a lot more entrepreneurs setting up in the area…producing a whole range of different innovations and products — which meant there were a lot more shop floor workers and a lot more clerks too…which led to Lambeth becoming quite a unionised borough when the benefits of the socialist era kicked in…

    Camberwell was very much in the Lambeth vein of things — rather than the Southwark way — As we can see today, Camberwell is still more or less the nearest part of Southwark plugged into Brixton and is in close proximity to Lambeth Town Hall…

    Which probably explains Southwark Council’s total neglect of this place ever since it amalgamated with
    Camberwell Borough Council back in 1967…

    One of many reasons…But quite a good historical perspective on it all 🙂

  9. For this ex member of the Trent Valley Bottle Collector’s Club, the fact that Hiram Codd was a local is really fascinating. For a bottle collector, the thrill, at the end of a long dig, of unearthing a codd bottle is hard to explain. They are rare (ish) because children used to break them for the marble. And the term “codswallop” does indeed derive from this bottle. Poor beer was derided as being “codswallop” — so no better than lemonade, which tended to come in codsbottles.

    Some are quite valuable. Look out for a cobalt blue lip.

  10. I had a nice intact White’s (of Camberwell) lemonade bottle from the Thames but it broke, I don’t know how, but it did, like everything in life, really, eventually, inevitably, clumsily, finally.

    It’s good those miners were freed from the Hermits Cave today, wasn’t it? Been there for weeks. Very moving footage. All that cheering, waving, them a bit unsteady on their feet.

    Surely there must be a film of it soon, with surround fungh-o-smell and Technicolor 3D athletes’s foot?

  11. Another big controversy drops on Camberwell on a Friday night. Which is the coolest car in SE5? There are two outstanding candidates on the shortlist: the black Mini Mayfair on a J plate parked by the Little Parisian (Man), or the white — well, whitish — Hyundai Sonnet on an L, up Shenley Road.

    The black Mini has no horrid plastic wheel covers, just its bare black steel wheels. It is a wonderfully formal mini limousine, reminding many older people of the old metal dodgems at funfairs which gave a proper whiplashing bump — the black one was always the most regal to ride in, like a Wolseley police car or the Mayor’s black Humber.

    The Hyundai Sonnet, however, which has a steering wheel held together by sticky tape and often makes terrible, grinding drive-shaft noises, has a less pretentious, less made-in-the Midlands name — the Sonnet, lovely, “Just going to the shops in the Sonnet, dear!” appended to which is a delightful “x 2”, the Hyundai Sonnet x 2, modestly pointing out that the car is two-wheel drive rather than a 4 x 4. What a selling point! “This car has basic, cheap-to-produce front-wheel drive transmission.”

    So whilst the Mini has (evidently) been to Glasto and the Sonnet may scarcely, by the sound of it, career along Nine Elms Lane to Battersea Park, the Award of Coolest Car in SE5 goes to the car from Korea and all who sail in her frail, oxidising, Mini-mimicking subframe.

  12. Delighted to heat Le Petit Parisien has given a home to the previously active Art’s Bar — great news. They open on the 19th with an art show. The private view is on the 21st 6–12 and I see all are invited to celebrate the Art’s Bar’s new home.

  13. Fantastic. Though having just updated the Gay Camberwell calendar ( ) I have found surprisingly few events, other than a profusion of art and a helping of fine jazz, scheduled for SE5 in the coming months. Am I missing some events? Do let me know if you know of anything happening that I’ve missed!

  14. @gay camberwell there’s a whole bunch of really interesting council meetings next week 🙂
    plus there’s the really important protest to save public services from the cuts on wednesday 20th in front of town hall, 6pm (or, if you can get to central london, 4pm at downing street)
    also, as it’s time for planting bulbs, there’s a few of those events happening, i posted a brief info about the mid-term gardening club on brandon 3 (forget what the date is), friends of burgess park agm is early november, can’t think of anything else at the moment x

  15. 27 October-14 November is Real Ale & Cider Festival at all Spoonses. Still, the Ivanhoe is a great pub, is the Ivanhoe. A wonderful crisp day of high pressure and bright sun greets the Sunday morning denizens of Camberwell. As Browning said, “God’s in his heaven and Millwall won.” They beat Crystal Palace yesterday. The ‘Wall fans can be seen jogging brightly round Dulwich Park already!

  16. Great News. The Vale pub, down the bottom of East Dulwich, has been sold to Wetherspoons. Roll on progress. WE tried to buy the lease three years ago, thinking it would make a wonderful second pub (free of tie) to The Sun and Doves. The leaseholders , who just sold it, wanted £600K for the remainder of the lease.

  17. Having been to The Vale a couple of times, I think the clientele will be ideally suited to a Wetherspoons. A pub with two bouncers on a Saturday evening that have to search the women isn’t really a good sign.

  18. Good news about the Spoons. Nice to see a bit of de-gentrification in overrated ED. It could easily have turned into ‘The Truffling Pig’ or something and become a pricey gastropub (though ED could use one). Or perhaps it could’ve been broken up into shop units selling baby clothes or mindless ‘gift’ tat.

    So, go Spoons!

  19. Hopefully that will free up “The Fox On The Hill” to revert back to the traditional family pub it should be…

    I won’t be holding my breath though…But I still think that site is far more worthy than a mere Spoons or flakey ill-conceived Gastropub


  20. Agree with you Dino, the bouncers say it all. Perhaps the Vale will revert to its old name, the Hamlet Inn, to attract the many thespians in the region who rush down the road, from alighting at East Dulwich railway station, their silk kerchieves flying, panting pell-mell towards Lordship Lane.

    Spoons’ attempt to gentrify that no-man’s land between the Dog Kennel Hill estate and the tragic roundabout should be applauded. However, they may still need the doormen on Saturdays. The local Spoonses, the Fox on the Hill, the Kentish Drovers and the old cinema in Forest Hill are jolly places, it has to be said.

    The music shop opposite the Vale pub is truly barmy, packed to the ceiling with musical scores and humming with the feng shui of a Stockhausen suite played by chimpanzees clashing dustbin lids — but the staff are charming. We must patronise this vestige of eccentricity.

  21. Doesn’t legend have it that Ronnie Biggs had a celebratory drink in “The Vale” once back from his train robbin’.

  22. That was Lord Lucan, wasn’t it? Or Jack Spot. Maybe it was the Richardsons. Billy Hill. Dick Turpin. Paul Gascoigne. Wayne Rooney. Spring-Heeled Jack!

  23. Speaking of shit, later today or perhaps early tomorrow I shall be shitting out the results of one of Camberwell’s latest eateries.

    That’s right, it’s your friendly friend with a scoop review of the overlooked yet convenient CHICKEN COOP.

    First up, I used to have a bit of a fried chicken addiction and have spent far too long in Morleys for my liking. Tasty Hut, Favorite, Tennessee Chicken, PFC, KFC you name it I’ve been there.

    I’ve missed out on making the Coop because — weirdly for a fried chicken place — it seems to close at 11pm.

    But I had an early finish the other night, and the Coop was quite quiet as I shambled home after seven or eight pints or so. I don’t remember it totally clearly, but the staff seemed friendly, without the tired jadedness of the Morleys crew. There was seating inside and the place was bright and freshly lit. The menu was a bit confusing — I seem to remember a massive and garish poster of £2 options, though I may have dreamt that bit.

    I went for the £2 two pieces of chicken with fries. Pricewise it’s nothing special. You should be able to get a piece with fries for £1 in South London. But I was hoping for quality. The guy asked if I wanted breast or drumsticks — a nice touch.

    I can’t remember much about the chicken taste but it was OK. The skin in these places is never KFC thick, but sometimes it hangs very loosely off the overcooked meat, especially if it’s been under the lamps awhile. Not the case here I am pleased to report. The fries were especially fresh and crisp, lacking in the sogginess that often blights them.

    I shall explore the other Coop options and report back, though I don’t touch the oversweet ribs in these places any more.

    To conclude, the Coop seems a safe bet but its opening hours are unfriendly and its biggest drawback is that I have to walk over the busy road and back to get to it.

    But maybe this is one chicken worth crossing the road for. Boom boom.

  24. Cheers Peter. I’m going to follow it up with a review of Camberwell McDonalds soon.

    And one day a return to Noddles.

    Ah, I can feel a shit coming on. Here comes the Coop…

  25. I feel obliged to point out that Phil G exhibits high standards as a raconteur with powers of graphic honesty. This in itself confers upon him an automatic debarring from the fraternity of journalism.

    Ever thought of writing a novel Phil?

  26. @markD
    Any chance of a non-flash version for mobile cryptinfo access? I’m an apple whore so can’t view anything 🙁

  27. Also, like RG /alot/, very very friendly and accommodating staff. Re: the decor, I think because it’s such a massive space they definitely need some massive murals on the walls and tables of all different heights in the main area.…more bar stools and the like up front. perhaps raised booths along the sides like how they’ve done up the Victoria Inn in peckham. lovely space though and the snacks were good, haven’t had a full meal there yet but will soon!

  28. Hmm bit waspish at times over matters literary Dagmar, I’ve noticed. But no, nothing can make up for the waste and failure that is my life thus far.

    I’m just another journeyman on the internet. They’re everywhere. Bloggers and such. I’ve thought of a novel, but have neither discipline nor good ideas. Not that there’s no inspiration. Perhaps a short whimsy about a wrongly spelled Chinese restaurant sign.

    Look forward to the Rec Ground. I’d have bought that moose or bison head from The Castle if I could.

  29. Browning, Phil — that was the joke.

    Also, “A minute’s success pays the failure of years” was referring to the effort one makes on the throne, not on the page.

    “But no, nothing can make up for the waste and failure that is my life thus far.” That is fab, like Rimbaud or Verlaine.

    You go from strength to strength, Phil, on the page, on the throne, on the blog.

  30. The pigeons flying over hell plummet, drawn into the inferno, their frizzled wings torn off even as they fly, scoffed into the gobs of Camberwellians who revel in the roar of juggernauts and in the wailing of sirens.

    Phew, Phil, it’s like Dante. It’s pouring out of you. Those restaurant reviews of yours are ace. Ace of spades!

    Full moon tomorrow. There will be the second hate crime vigil in Trafalgar Square 7–9pm. There is a discreet sign in the window of Master U, the mesmerisingly discreet leather fetish shop in Vauxhall, saying so.

    Thus we glide towards All Hallows Eve on the last day of this month, when the veil between the two worlds at last falls away.

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