The Suburban Sprawl
The idea of suburbs is not new. Cicero used the word. Chaucer too, and Shakespeare, both quite disparagingly. I doubt that either ever visited Colindale. In their day, the suburbs lay beyond the city walls and the inhabitants were ne'er-do-wells and rogues. Scroll forward. Most of us, even reputable types, live in a suburb at some stage in our lives. The British version seems to have a built character all of its own and hereabouts the prime examples are the undistinguished and indistinguishable towns of Metroland. Our relationship with them seems to me to vary from ambivalence to dull resignation. I want to explore that relationship. When I told people that I was going to do a post on the suburbs, quite a few broke into half remembered lyrics of the The Members song ' Sound of the Suburbs'. It opens with "Same old boring Sunday morning / Old man's out washing the car / Mum's in the kitchen, cooking Sunday dinner" and ends with "Johnny stands