As far as I'm concerned, Streatham is a motorway service station with houses attached. Can't wait to move out next year.
It's just so clearly designed around the car not the human. The ped crossings are all in unintuitive places and the traffic flow is such that cars all rush to get past you but get stuck at the same lights to cross the South Circular anyway (northbound) or the bottleneck at Becmead avenue (southbound).
And yet still the cafes and restaurants put out little metal tables and chairs so people can sit in the petrol fumes while they're enjoying their croissant or whatever. Outdoor dining in a nice piazza makes sense to me; outdoor dining alongside 6 lanes of traffic is just fucking tragic.
You’d love my local pub. The ‘garden’ is a patio that takes up the V of 2 roads merging that get absolutely clogged up anytime even vaguely near rush hour. Such bliss to kick back on a summers eve, with a pint and lines of cars full of impotent rage flanking you.
As far as I'm concerned, Streatham is a motorway service station with houses attached. Can't wait to move out next year.
It's just so clearly designed around the car not the human. The ped crossings are all in unintuitive places and the traffic flow is such that cars all rush to get past you but get stuck at the same lights to cross the South Circular anyway (northbound) or the bottleneck at Becmead avenue (southbound).
And yet still the cafes and restaurants put out little metal tables and chairs so people can sit in the petrol fumes while they're enjoying their croissant or whatever. Outdoor dining in a nice piazza makes sense to me; outdoor dining alongside 6 lanes of traffic is just fucking tragic.