Category Archives: housing

‘100,00 Roofs’: Germany’s Green Energy Policy

“Germany’s….’100,000 roofs’ programme to encourage residential and industrial investment in the technology… kicked the solar PV industry into high gear, and Germany grew its solar PV capacity from just 62 MWs in 2000 to over 24,000 MWs by 2011. This … Continue reading

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A lad who had to grow up fast

Fred Rouse, was a typical Cockney lad. Stroppy at times, a lean, tall, gangling boy. He and my older brother became good friends when they both started senior school together, Queens Head Street School, Islington aged eleven. Over the next … Continue reading

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The Flying Bottles: The Pompadours, Harold Hill Romford

  The Flying Bottles is what most people on Harold Hill called the Pompadours pub. There were many managers that attempted to run the pub when I first lived in Harold Hill and there were many more after when I left in … Continue reading

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Disappointed

I could have screamed When, some years ago, An idiot tenant confessed, “Oh I’ve never voted, in any election”. Recently, that same Non-voter, had a water problem A leak, going into the flat below his Coming, from somewhere in his … Continue reading

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Humbled

I believe that I have been extremely silly at various times in my life, for no better reason than part devilment and showing off.  For example in around 1970, I was given a young labourer called Mark. Our first job was replacing the … Continue reading

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How wonderful were my early days

Mid 1940s to 1953 I lived at 59 Gibson Square in Islington. Each month the rent collector Mr Beetle (yes, really), would arrive on the doorstep to inspect the property and collect the rent. The rent not only Mum and Dad paid, … Continue reading

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My Bedroom In The Good Old Days

God knows how many times the old bedstead I slept in, as a child, was handed down. It was a  1940s double bed with a wooden headboard with slatted vertical boards and had three carved holes in the shape of hearts over … Continue reading

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