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A Walk With Clive Murphy

July 6, 2021
by the gentle author

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Clive Murphy 1936-2021

Readers are invited to attend Clive Murphy’s funeral next Tuesday 13th July 1pm at East London Crematorium, Grange Road, Plaistow, E13 0HB.

One day, I enjoyed the privilege of accompanying Clive Murphy – the distinguished oral historian and writer of ribald rhymes – on a stroll around Spitalfields visiting some of his favourite haunts. He emerged from his red front door, having descended the stairs from his flat above the Aladin restaurant on Brick Lane where he had lived since 1974, sporting a raffish brown fedora and raincoat, and we headed directly to his usual morning destination, Nude Espresso in Hanbury St.

“It’s the best cafe I know because you don’t meet English people, only Australians and New Zealanders. They’re all so young and fresh and not at all buttoned-up,” Clive explained enthusiastically, as we were seated at a prominent table. And I felt like James Boswell accompanying Samuel Johnson, as the great raconteur let loose his celebrated gift for rhetoric, causing everyone in the small cafe to crane in attention. “I tried to congratulate them on their vocabulary, in the use of ‘titillate’ on the board outside, but then they informed me the actual wording was “open ’til late.'” Clive informed me with a sly smile of self-deprecation.“I remember when they opened and I was the only customer. The owner is Dickie Reed and the food and the coffee are good, and I do hand it to him, because he started here with nothing and now he’s got this place and a roastery and another one in Soho.” said Clive, continuing his eulogy, and only breaking off as a plate of complimentary muffins was placed in front of him.

Then we popped round to Grenson shoes next door where Martha Ellen Smith, the manager, had been working on a linocut portrait of Clive. Despite his uncertainty about the likeness, I gave the picture my approval and congratulated Martha on capturing the spirit of the man. “A friend of mine who spends all day drinking and watching porn says I am becoming a cantankerous old git,” confessed Clive, turning vulnerable suddenly as we left the shop, and requiring vigorous persuasion on my part to convince him of the lack of veracity in such an observation.

Energised by caffeine, our spirits lifted as we strode off down Brick Lane when, to my amazement, I noticed another fellow coming towards us with the same mis-matched shoes as Clive – wearing one brown shoe and one black shoe – which I had been too polite to mention until then. In fact, it was a complete coincidence and, although they were unknown to each other prior to this meeting, both men explained it was because they had problems with ill-fitting shoes, becoming at once affectionate brothers of mis-matched footwear. Yet such is the nature of Brick Lane, this could quickly become an emergent trend in international street style.

We arrived at Sweet & Spicy on the corner of Chicksand St, Clive’s favourite restaurant, where he had been coming regularly for curry since 1974. Here, in the cool of the peaceful dining room, we were greeted by proprietor Omar Butt, wrestler and boxer, who ran this popular curry house started by his father in 1969. Clive recommended the hot spicy lamb and the pilau rice with saffron to me, enquiring the secret of the rice from Omar who revealed the distinctive quality was in the use of raisins, almonds and butter ghee. Pointing out the weight-lifting posters on the wall, Clive informed me that Omar had been preceded by his brother Imran Butt who was “mad for bodybuilding.”

“We used to have useful things like a laundrette, an ironmonger and an electrical shop in Brick Lane,” announced Clive, turning morose as we retraced our steps, “now one half of it is arty-farty shops and the other half curry houses, and there’s nothing else.” Yet his complaint was cut short as we were greeted by the cheery Sanjay, Clive’s friend who worked as waiter in the Aladin restaurant below his flat. “I told him I was going to the supermarket one day and he asked me to bring him a present, so I got him a packet of biscuits,” recalled Clive fondly, humbled by Sanjay’s open-heartedness, “it’s amazing what a packet of biscuits can do.”

Leaving Brick Lane, we turned down Buxton St towards the rear of the brewery where Clive lived for a year in the headmaster’s study of the derelict St Patrick’s School in 1972, when he first came to Spitalfields. “I had a hurricane lamp, a camp bed and a tea chest.” he said as we reached the threshold of the Victorian Schoolhouse, “There was only electricity three days a week and I had a single cold tap on the floor below. I was scared of the meths drinkers who sat outside on the step because I was all alone, I had never been in the East End before and I had never met meths drinkers before. But then three painters moved in and we became a colony of artists, until I was flooded out.”

“I think would have made a go of it anywhere,” acknowledged Clive, in a measured attempt to sum up his years in the East End, “I don’t think Spitalfields has been especially generous to me, except it was where I met my heroes Alexander Hartog, the tenor and mantle presser, and Beatrice Ali, the Salvation Army Hostel Dweller, and I am grateful because they were both absolute treasures.” These individuals became the subjects of two of the most memorable of Clive’s oral histories.

By now, a blustery wind had blown up in Buxton St. It had been accumulating all morning and caused me to run down the street more than once to retrieve Clive’s hat, but now it required him to hold his fedora in place with his left hand. Yet before we went our separate ways, heading for home, Clive presented me with a packet of liquorice allsorts that he had secreted in his raincoat pocket, and I was delighted to accept them as a souvenir of our walk.

Clive and antipodean friends at Nude Espresso

Clive at Grenson Shoes with Martha and Nathan

Martha Ellen Smith’s lino cut portrait of Clive

The beginning of a trend on Brick Lane, Clive meets Mark who shares his taste in mis-matched footwear

Clive with Omar Butt at Sweet & Spicy in Brick Lane where Clive had been dining since 1974

Clive with his friend Sanjay, waiter at the Aladin Curry House, Brick Lane.

Clive at Old St Patrick’s School in Buxton St where he first lived in Spitalfields in 1972. – “I only had a hurricane lamp, a camp bed and a tea chest.”

Clive encounters a blustery corner in Buxton St.

Clive in his flat above the Aladin curry house on Brick Lane where he lived from 1974.

You may also like to read

Clive Murphy, Oral Historian & Writer of Ribald Rhymes

Beatrice Ali, Salvation Army Hostel Dweller

Alexander Hartog, Tenor & Mantle Presser

7 Responses leave one →
  1. Donna L Harris permalink
    July 6, 2021

    What an enjoyable portrait you have drawn of Clive Murphy. You are such a graceful writer, and so prolific!

  2. July 6, 2021

    Oh, how I would have enjoyed such a walk with CLIVE MURPHY! There are not so many like him in life. I myself have also only met one or two….

    Love & Peace

  3. paul loften permalink
    July 6, 2021

    The mismatched shoes reminds me that I was told my grandfather , Jacob who also lived nearby had one deep blue eye and another deep brown eye. It scared some people although he was a very kind and gentle soul . I never met him as he died during the war before I was born. Things dont always have to match. So long Clive .

  4. July 6, 2021

    these posts about Clive Murphy have been so sweet and interesting. What a fascinating character. So sorry for the loss of your friend.

  5. July 6, 2021

    Finished reading “Stranger In Gloucester” just yesterday, and it was utterly, utterly SMASHING. (Now I’m starting to talk like Valerie.) What a sharp, funny, interesting lady!
    Would love to hear some of her interview tapes, but nothing’s on YouTube.
    Thanks to Clive for capturing her, and to you for trumpeting him.

  6. Cherub permalink
    July 7, 2021

    I love characters like Clive who show us life doesn’t have to be about conforming to rules like wearing matching shoes. The world would be a sadder place without them and I’m sure Brick Lane will miss Clive but remember him with fondness.

  7. Mia Smith permalink
    February 4, 2023

    I visit Sutton graveyard to relatives buried there , and came across Clive’s plaque with his ashes which are in with his mother , it’s lovely to read about him and I’ll definitely get some of his books what an interesting man , I’ll tip my hat when I pass you by rip

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