Comments on: Brick Lane Market 7

By: pauline taylor

pauline taylor — Sun, 03 Apr 2016 18:05:43 +0000

I cannot believe that I have only just found this but a belated thank you GA for this piece by James Greenwood, my great grandfather’s cousin. I am always so interested to see anything that he wrote, and although there is quite a bit online now, I haven’t seen this before. James wrote as the Amateur Casual throughout his long life but he is mostly known now for his account of a night which he spent in the casual ward of Lambeth Workhouse; this was written for his brother, Frederick Francis Greenwood, who was the editor of the Pall Mall Gazette, and published there in, I think, three parts. Frederick Francis Greenwood wrote in his letters to his daughter, Kate, about the cage birds which they always seem to have kept so I guess that this abhorrent practice occurred throughout all levels of Victorian society, something we find very hard to understand now.

By: Dawn

Dawn — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:40:07 +0000

Hi
I am researching my family and have been told that my great grandfather worked at Spitalfields and was known as The Mutton King-his name was John Daniel Michael Foley. Does anyone know whether there are any books or researchers that might know about the people at Spitalfields?
He would have been there between 1880 and 1920 I think.
Ta

By: Derek Brown

Derek Brown — Sun, 17 Apr 2011 13:10:18 +0000

In the early ’80’s when I lived off Bethnal Green Road there was a pub on Club Row where on a Sunday people sold canaries and other live birds in cages. It was an extraordinary sight, this marvelous old pub full of stacked up cages of exotic screetching birds. The pub is now called Le Trois Garcons and the wildlife is taxidermy

By: Alan

Alan — Sun, 17 Apr 2011 11:39:02 +0000

God, I need to proof read!

By: Alan

Alan — Sun, 17 Apr 2011 10:57:16 +0000

STOLEN PETS SOLD HERE begasn to be daubed on the walls around Club Row from the mid 1970’s and it was probably true. Old men and crombie clad teen used to hide puppies inside their coats like war time spivs, whisking them for a little whimper as people walked by. The same teens who sold suspiciously second hand bycycles also did a range of dogs on strings that didn’t seem to know them very well.