#Lambeth council

[insidecroydon]

Streatham Common's protected view under threat from tower

View of the valley: Streatham Common’s unmatched views across south London and the Wandle Valley might soon be lost forever Activists in Norbury and Streatham are halfway to a fund-raising target to meet legal costs to consider a possible challenge to planning permission for a 14-storey tower which locals fear will destroy forever one of the finest views in all London. Lambeth Council has granted…

[modernism-in-metroland]

Greater London Council Fire Brigade headquarters, Lambeth

1985

Greater London Council. Department of Architecture & Civic Design

Image from RIBApix

[workingclasshistory]

On this day, 26 June 1952, Black feminist and squatting activist, Olive Morris was born in Harewood, Jamaica. Moving to London with her family, she became a founding member of the Organisation of Women of African and Asian Descent (OWAAD), established the Brixton Black Women's Group, was a member of the British Black Panther Movement, and helped found the Manchester Black Women's Cooperative and Manchester Black Women's Mutual Aid Group. Morris was one of the first to squat at 121 Railton Road, Brixton London, an address which subsequently housed a range of community and political groups until the 1990s. She also wrote many articles, about topics like Black and Asian workers' struggles, and critiques of strains of anti-fascism which ignored institutional, state and police racism. In one speech, she declared that "the Black women's movement is part of the world struggle for national liberation and the destruction of capitalism. Only when this is achieved can we ensure that our liberation as Black women is genuine, total and irreversible." Morris was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, and died shortly after in 1979, aged just 27. Emma Allotey later recalled: "Her premature death was a shock to the community. A Lambeth council building, 18 Brixton Hill, was named after her in March 1986. There is a community garden and play area named after her in the Myatt’s Fields area. In 2009, Olive was chosen by popular vote as one of the historical figures to feature on a local currency, the Brixton Pound." More information, sources and map: https://stories.workingclasshistory.com/article/9836/olive-morris-born https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=650648680441684&set=a.602588028581083&type=3

[thats-by-the-by]

Bleeding Through Bandages

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Jacob ignores the pain that blossoms across his side, buttoning his shirt slow and methodically. Evie and Henry are waiting for him in the next carriage, and certainly don't want to hear him moan about the small cut that he'd already bandaged. It's not even a bad wound - sure, a bullet wound is always bad, but it's not deep. He didn't even need to stitch it up, just padding the wound and wrapping it in fresh bandages.

"Are you ready to go?" Evie asks, setting a scathing look at him. "I want to make sure George doesn't feel like we forgot about him at the station."

"Of course I'm ready." Jacob lies, ignoring the twinge of pain that chooses that moment to make itself known. "Let's go fetch George from Lambeth Station, and hope he doesn't force us to stop being assassins for running away and picking a fight with the Templars here."

"You didn't tell him?" Henry asks, incredulous. "Of course you didn't."

"It worked out well for us." Evie defends, holding her head high as Agnes brings them to a smooth stop. "The Templar threat has left London, we've freed the people. George should be impressed with our work."

"George should, the rest of the council though-"

"We'll face them when it comes to that." Henry says, including himself in their possible expulsion from the brotherhood. "Let's fetch George, it has been a while since I've seen him."

They all hop out of the train, walking along the platform. Jacob trails behind them, discretely clutching his side. Sure he applied the bandages correctly - or maybe the padding he used shifted slightly - but he could almost swear that his waistcoat is growing wet and sticky. It's not possible - the wound was shallow, it shouldn't be bleeding heavily enough to get through the padding, let alone the bandages, his shirt and his waistcoat.

Evie and Henry turn a corner, heading to the platform where George's train should be arriving at, and Jacob doesn't follow them. Instead, he turns to the small, hidden backrooms. The staff are the only people who are supposed to be in this area, but a few Rooks work at this station, and taught him how to get to these hidden places. He'll just reapply the bandages and catch up. Say he saw a Rook or a familiar face and got distracted.

They wouldn't even pretend to doubt that lie.

Jacob methodically takes off his vest, and his stomach drops.

Nearly his entire shirt is red.

The vest is soaked through, the shirt is unlikely to ever bleach back to its original white too. The bandages, when he manages to get down to them, are a similar bright red. The practically glow against is pale skin - skin that's growing more and more pale as he stands here.

What can he do?

Not much, evidently, as the world is swept from under him, and the void takes him into its loving arms.

[newhistorybooks]

"Using a wide array of sources, many of which have never been used before, London, 1984 explores the radical history of the capital in this tumultuous era, from a major anti-apartheid march in central London to an alternative childcare centre in Dalston, from a protest staged on the Thames against Docklands development to tensions on housing estates in the East End and Tottenham around racial violence and policing, from a raid on a gay bookshop in Bloomsbury to the Greater London Council's attempt to build a challenge to Thatcherism from County Hall, Lambeth, and from controversial and well-known historical actors, such as Ken Livingstone and Margaret Thatcher, to the compelling stories of numerous less famous Londoners who also sought to influence the shape and nature of their city."

[jamesshawgames]

Shadowrun: Neon Fire - The ROs

Time for a post to introduce the romance options for Shadowrun: Neon Fire.

Early in the game, your character has to relocate from their native Seattle to Neo-Tokyo. There, they will meet an established crew of Shadowrunners which they will join. If you want to work effectively as a team, you’ll need to win the respect of this crew of hardened professionals, who don’t know you or have any reason to trust you.

But it’s possible that you might win more than trust from one of this motley crew...

Quick Note on Gender: The ROs in Neon Fire are gender-selectable. You’ll be able to choose whether you want them all to be women, all to be men, all to be nb, a random mix of these, or pre-set genders. For convenience, in the descriptions below, I’ll be referring to them by their pre-set genders. However, in the actual game their gender will be up to you. So if you like the look of one of them but they’re the wrong gender for you, don’t worry, you’ll be able to change this in game.

SPIDER: A male human physical adept. Spider remembers nothing of his birth parents or family. As a very young child, he was sold to a mysterious religious order who live in a remote mountain monastery in rural Japan. The order trained him up to be a proficient killer, teaching him how to channel his magical energies into remarkable feats of combat strength and agility. But after tragedy struck within his community, he came to learn some hard truths about the order and their agenda. Troubled, he ran away and ended up selling his services in the Neo-Tokyo shadows. He’s a skilled operator with sound judgment, but also inflexible and authoritarian, expecting from his crew the same unremitting and fierce discipline that he demands of himself. His leadership style is already causing tensions within the crew, even before you turn up to add another variable to the volatile mix...

SMOKY: A female troll rigger who grew up on the mean streets of the East End of the London sprawl. Smoky possesses a scrappy optimism, a kind disposition that is rare in shadowrunners, and a child-like enthusiasm for all things mechanical. As a teenager, she saw the military as a way out of a life of crime, and she spent a couple of years as a British Army drone operator, before her unit was sent into the Lambeth Containment Zone to suppress a riot. Issued with an unethical order, she refused to obey, and this pissed off her superiors so much that she felt that she had no option but to flee to the other side of the world to escape the clutches of the Lord Protector’s vengeful agents. She’s made a good life for herself in Neo-Tokyo, but she still has unfinished business back home in London. Maybe one of these days someone will come along who can help her put the ghosts of the past to rest...

DAISHO: A male human street samurai, Daiso is the mystery of the group. He takes the “samurai” part of his job description more seriously than most, and self identifies as a ronin, a masterless elite fighter. When pressed on this, he will reply that he is a failure who does not deserve a master. His background is a closely guarded secret. He is guided by a rigid and inflexible moral code, which can cause problems on runs and infuriate his fellow crew-members. After all, shadowrunning is no job for a moralist.

BLACKHAT: A nonbinary elf decker. A native of the elven nation of Tir Tairngire, Blackhat is the illegitimate child of a member of the Council of Princes and a human servant who worked on his estate. Upon hearing of his servant’s pregnancy, Blackhat’s father cast her out of the house, plunging her and her child into poverty and a life in the slums of Portland. Although they were born an elf, Blackhat grew to hate the callous elven father who had condemned them and their mother to poverty, and this grew into a broad hatred of the elven supremacy that structures Tir Tairngire society. Young Blackhat began to associate with a revolutionary movement opposed to elven domination. And then, one day, they did something Bad: something so bad that it enraged the entire Tir Tairngire establishment and they had to flee. Since then, they have been hiding in Neo-Tokyo. But Tir Tairngire’s security services are on their trail, and the Ghost Commandos always get their target in the end...

CROWLEY: A female oni mage. A little older than the rest of the crew, Crowley grew up in unimaginable deprivation. Born during the period of Imperial Japan’s anti-metahuman segregation, Crowley was born in one of the detention camps on Yomi Island, the penal colony in the Philippines where Imperial Japan sent all non-humans. Her parents died when she was young in a confrontation with the camp guards, and Crowley had to learn how to fend for herself. She got to know a kindly ork mage in the camp, who secretly taught her how to develop her awakened talents. She thought that she had finally found a protector - until the old ork’s life came under threat and he sold her out to the authorities to save his own skin. She managed to escape Yomi aboard a smuggling vessel before the goons could catch her, and she spent years living in secret in Neo-Tokyo as part of an illegal underground metahuman community. Then the enlightened new emperor revoked Japan’s discriminatory policies and closed the camps on Yomi, and suddenly Crowley and her kind were welcome on Japanese soil. And so was her betrayer, who’s out there somewhere, living in the labyrinthine ork and troll slums of Yokohama... Her deprived and brutal upbringing has made her harsh, self-protective and reflexively hostile to outsiders. Can you break through that armor and discover what it protects?

[feckcops]

Disappearing schools, families forced out – and we call this progress

“Last week, Lambeth announced that a secondary school founded in 1685 will close for good this summer, with its students farmed out elsewhere. In Camden, St Michael’s primary will not even make the end of the school year – it closes this month, the fourth in the borough to go since 2019. Days before the Easter holiday, Hackney warned that two of its primaries are likely to fold and another four may have to merge to survive. Neighbouring Islington is considering closures, while Southwark believes 16 primaries are at risk.

“This is a huge story, not only about marooned children and panicked parents, or redundant teachers and struggling councils, but the very future of our major cities. These schools are not shutting because they are bad, but because inner London no longer has enough children to fill them. The dead centre of Britain’s political and economic powerhouse is driving out families – and its education system is now taking an almighty hit. Hackney, for instance, has 589 fewer kids in reception today than it did in 2014, a shortfall equivalent to about 20 vacant classrooms. Since schools mainly receive cash per pupil, empty desks mean debts, and debts force closures …

“If this historic shift has a hinge point, it’s the 2010s, when two big forces began reshaping the capital. The first came from Downing Street: since David Cameron moved into No 10, successive Tory governments have taken benefit money from the very youngest and handed it to the oldest. The Resolution Foundation calculates that newborns have lost £1,500 a year in entitlements, while those aged 80 and above have gained more than £500 …

“The post-crash decade also saw inner London turned into a theme park for property speculators. The Bank of England was spraying about hundreds of billions of pounds like it was champagne at a grand prix, the then chancellor George Osborne was chucking taxpayer’s money at the property market, and London councils, including some of Gould’s Labour colleagues in Camden, were allowing developers to run riot. The arguments about gentrification soon descended into cliches about hipsters and Foxtons, when what was really being decided was who would live in the city and who it would serve.”

[a-mag-a-day]

Date: January 31st, 2023

Episode of the day: MAG 103 Cruelty Free

"ARCHIVIST: B-B-B-But those papers are very important.

KURT: Get away from me.

ARCHIVIST: Fine, fine, just… What’s your darkest secret?

KURT: I don’t know. Er, sometimes I take little bribes, and not give people a ticket.[Realises] Oh, what the hell?

ARCHIVIST: Right, okay, I imagine Lambeth Borough Council would be very interested to know that, and I have it on tape. So… let’s go get those papers, shall we?

KURT: [Afraid] What are you?!

ARCHIVIST: Let’s go.

[CLICK]"

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[oumoulongley]

Archival Audio Work for ICA X BBC New Creatives

Voices of the Archive shares in the legacy of Black British activist, Olive Morris. Born in Jamaica in 1952, Olive moved to London aged 9. She made fierce contributions to squatters’ movements and Black women’s groups across the 60’s and 70’s. Here her legacy is woven together from oral histories found in the Olive Morris Collection at Lambeth Archives, taken by the Remembering Olive Collective in 2009.

Moving across memories of those who knew her, we don’t just recount Olive’s story, but emphasise the vibrant community that speaks her back to life. Their archival consciousness plays out across a radio. Tuning between static, original music and immersive sound design, we visit different spaces in which Olive is found.

A testament to community, the piece disrupts the erasure and marginalisation of Black history, and generates a messy conversation that resists limiting representations of Blackness. In Voices of the Archive we remember that Black history is living, changing and shared.

Created and Produced by Oumou Longley Executive Produced by Bec Evans (Dazed) Edited by Oumou Longley and Cajm Pickering Sound Engineering by Cajm Pickering Music Composition and Lyrics by Albertina and Jacob Samuel

New Creatives is supported by Arts Council England and BBC Arts.

[sammellish]

Recent video work produced for Lambeth Council. The Be Lambeth Awards are a celebration of the borough’s triumphs and a showcase of Lambeth’s extraordinary people and businesses. Congrats to all involved!

[insidecroydon]

McSweeney's new No10 job puts 'Croydon Clique' in charge

The sacking, or ‘resignation’ of Sue Gray, in the latest Downing Street coup was entirely predictable if you had already read a new book about Labour’s election victory, writes STEVEN DOWNES Coup control: Morgan McSweeney turning up for the first day in his big new job Anyone who has read Taken As Red, Anushka Asthana’s new book on “how Labour won big” at July’s General Election, will have…

[tropicalwhite8inrsblog]

1 car space = 10 bicycles

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How cool is this? Spotted on The Cut at Waterloo, it's one of Cyclehoop's Car Bike Racks, installed by Lambeth Council.

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They're designed to be installed either temporarily or permanently, and convert one car parking space into ten bike parking spaces. It's even got a free pump integrated into the frame, so you can keep your tyres nice and firm.

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It's a cracking piece of product design - functional, simple, eye-catching, elegant, witty and thought-provoking. Not bad for a bike rack (but pretty much what you'd expect from the guys who created the brilliant Cyclehoop). We'd love to see loads more of these about town.

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Year 2011

posted: 19 July 2011

categories: Bikes | Product

[u5an5]

Jacobs' Journal: Tape #3 - Ruminations and Reflections

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[START LOG]

Jacobs: Entry Three, Site 19. Screw the dates.

Jacobs: You attack me, you make my job personal. Now, I'm not your typical grunt: I don't charge head-first into battle for king and country on the whim of a general whose worst days on the battlefield are spent in a cushy office without a footrest to lean on.

Jacobs: I'm an illusionist in espionage and revenge. You can keep your eyes on me all you want, watch my every move, but you'll never see what hits you until the impact. But, as with any carefully calculated plan, it will require some help from the outside.

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Jacobs: I can do a lot of the preliminary work: noting routes, playing the soiled pup, finding small nuggets of information by getting close, but I need a spy. Someone I can put on the inside to do the manual labour on what otherwise alert Lambert as to my intentions, or misdirect him even further.

Jacobs: No doubt he has no shortage of enemies, even within the facility, so I doubt anyone would miss him once he's gone.

Jacobs: Despite this, he controls them with an iron fist. He has a unique hold on the security personnel, and their leader Colonel Hillard. She has her men on a tight leash, on orders to harass any of the staff into submission should they seem... unappreciative of their service here.

Jacobs: I saw one of them squeeze a scientist's face into the ground with their boots so roughly that it broke their glasses.

Jacobs: Meanwhile Hillard had just kept a distance and watched the whole thing unfold. As far as I know, the scientists had simply asked for the time. (deep exhale) I'll have to do some digging on her, probably a stringent record in the Marines or Berets.

Jacobs: Therein lies the problem: despite the enormous animosity most staff hold against Lambert, Hillard intimidates away any repercussions. 

Jacobs: Not many people would risk the wrath Hillard would unleash once any active resistance or betrayal is discovered, so finding allies will be difficult bridge to cross. Surely someone out there has that resolve? A researcher they pushed too far? The security guard who helped me with my 173 encounter?

Jacobs: I'll have to find him again, somehow. Perhaps I could even... position the D-Classes to help me. They have a lot to lose after all, many of us do, and with Lambeth controlling who lives and who dies, taking him out for a chance liberation would seem a worthwhile endeavour.

Jacobs: (sigh) However, I can't rule out the possibility that the O-5 Council would sell me down the river should Lampard request background information on me. He does his own digging, he might find the skeletons in my closet, the secrets I'm keeping hidden from even myself.

Jacobs: ...He can never know. If he finds out, it's all over. Any leverage over me, and he wins. (voice crack)...Y'know, I never realized until just now how many enemies I have in this place... and how few friends I wouldn't name a single one of the latter.

Jacobs: It's not like I was ever any good at it. My strength was boys and tearing down bridges between governments and political powers, not building them between other people. I kill them, betray for a living. my first friend was a beretta.

Jacobs: My icebreaker is manipulation wrapped in a lie, my longest relationship ended with a bullet to the jugular. I don't do social. I'm not even sure how much of me is left. You lie for so long, create a plethora of identities, treat what makes you who you are is a weakness to be cast aside for long enough, and you tend to believe it.

Jacobs: ...

Jacobs: Am I even... human anymore? I suppose, I must be. If I weren't, men like Lambert and I might actually be friends. (mirthless chuckle) There's a terrifying thought. Are we really that similar that a small streak of humanity is all that separates us?

Jacobs: Out in the field, you don't dare question your place in the world. You only... work on your method of infiltration, precision and dismantling the foundations of your enemies, and sometimes your allies.

Jacobs: Inner clarity is an unaffordable risk. You realize your own self-worth, you understand the consequences of your actions, the orders you've been given, the lives you've ruined. ...But I'm not a field agent anymore.

Jacobs: Do I allow myself that clarity now? Is there even anything left inside of me to find? ...(sigh) <under breath> I don't know. Is it merely untapped potential, or is everything I could have been... lost?

Jacobs: I'm not even sure there's any position you can be in here at The Foundation that will allow you to comfortably explore your inner universe. That's just the kind of cutthroat world we live in.

Jacobs: ...

Jacobs: I need to focus. Maybe when all this is over... yeah.

Jacobs: This is Class B Administrative Oversight Jacobs, signing off.

[END LOG]

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[thefree-online]

Direct Action Gets Results! Housing Action Group Stages Sit-in

More than 60 members of  Housing Action Southwark and Lambeth (HASL)  organised a sit-in at the offices of Lambeth Council on 12th January , rasing banners calling for “no more overcrowding”. They sat in for two and a half hours in support of a family of seven living in a one bedroom flat infested with mould. Medical […] Direct Action Gets Results! Housing Action Group Stages Sit-in

[digitalcreationsllc]

Brixton Academy can re-open if 77 new conditions are met, says council | Juno Daily

Landmark venue has been shut since December Brixton Academy can re-open if it meets a lengthy list conditions, Lambeth Council has decided after a two day hearing into the venue’s future. The famous music venue has been shut since a fatal crowd crush at an Asake gig in December last year left one audience member and one security worker dead. The hearing was told that the UK was missing out on…