The Aylesbury Estate
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By jolono
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Home is on the upper floor
Scag heads in the flat next door.
You use the stairs, don’t take the lift
Some dirty bastard’s left a “gift”
They thought it fun to defecate
Welcome to life.
On the Aylesbury estate.
No post or milk delivered here
The Aylesbury name injects it’s fear
A stranger parks, it don’t take long
Windows smashed and tyres gone
He’d just stopped by to see a mate
Welcome to life.
On the Aylesbury estate.
Mum pops pills to help her cope.
Dad gave up, no point, no hope
Aint worked for years he’s lost his way
Stella and weed helps pass his day
Just toast and jam to fill your plate
Welcome to life.
On the Aylesbury estate.
Get some bird in off the streets
Lose your cherries, stain the sheets
Both bullied on to do the deed
It’s cred they have, it’s cred you need
At just thirteen you know your fate.
Welcome to life.
On the Aylesbury estate.
Gangs come calling, choose your side
Get some tats, wear with pride
Learn the language, act real flash
Mug some punter, get some cash
In this cruel world you learn to hate.
Welcome to life.
On the Aylesbury estate.
Some kid from down the Walworth Road
Gets lost. He’s in the wrong postcode.
You stick him and he runs like hell
Back to his turf with tales to tell
Revenge comes quick, his boys don’t wait
Welcome to death.
On the Aylesbury estate.
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That's the best thing I've
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I love the generational
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This made me giggle, the way
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A brilliantly written poem
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Hi Jolono what a brilliantly
Linda
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Awesome Brilliant Excelled Be
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Jolono, Speechless mate.
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Life on the Aylesbury Estate.
Life on the Aylesbury Estate. 'Nasty, brutish and short'. Hard hitting, well rhymed, sharply ended.
I've now Googled the Aylesbury Estate and I can tell by the picture and the location that I either lived on the estate or in a council flat very close to it ( Walworth Road rings a bell my flat could have been in the neighbouring patch of council flats where the deadly rivals live) for about 6 weeks in the summer of 1983. I remember it felt too long a walk away from the Elephant and Castle tube with its bewildering exits. East Street market was a landmark. The flats were in row after row of boxy redbrick streets at right angles to a main street. Very geometric. We chucked our rubbish down smelly chutes. Access to the flats if the tenant was not on the ground floor was up flights of stairs and along exterior walkways.
There were lots of A4 size notices displayed everywhere. 'Free Albert Mariner' I think it was. He was a local big name in the BNP.
Once inside the front door the rooms of the flat I shared with 2 other girls ( my friend who I moved in with and a touchy Australian girl who was already there) were OK. Normal size and shape. Nothing wrong with them.
Becoming a tenant was easy. Lambeth Council was giving the flats away to organised squatters groups as this was better for everyone concerned than there being lots of empty flats. We did not pay rent.
Back in 1983 I do not remember any feeling of physical violence. However the flats felt very dull and dismal. When I moved in I had started to become ill with depression. I became rapidly worse.
So being a lily-livered daughter of the suburbs I hopped it back home to Mum and Dad! Elsie
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