From Brixton to Belgravia – The contrast couldn’t be more different.
I am thrilled to say I have now finished the canvassing for the electoral register in the Belgravia/Chelsea and Victoria area. I swear I was dazzled by the sun reflecting form the white washed buildings. At times I felt completely spaced out.!Everywhere was so bright in the winter sun especially in the mews secluded and cozy a real sun trap.
“Noel Coward was a charmer. / As a writer he was brahma. / Velvet jackets and pyjamas” Ian Dury
An area where Lords, actors, and a mixture of well to do people live ; as well as their housekeepers, nannies, cleaners, doorkeepers,the place is always busy and buzzing with builders, cabbies,chauffeurs, and delivery vans. It has a very uniform feel to it, smart yes, interesting, ok, but a bit aloof!
A frustrating job at times. Most of the time it was the housekeepers who answered the doors, the job seemed pointless after a while and the pay was lousy. We are sent to encourage people to put their name on the electoral register, so that they can vote. At times that was a doomed mission! If they hadn’t put their name on already, in the main they were unlikely to answer the door to do it. As tempting as it was to sit in one of the few quaint little pubs in the area, I plodded on.
All Done and Dusted
Thats called walking with a purpose.Luckily I only got a couple of cold days, and one evening which was wet & miserable.The evening proved to be worse than the day, struggling to see in the dark and getting no answers in Eaton Place! I almost threw the whole lot into the street.There is only so much knocking at the doors of Lord this and the Duchess of that I can take!