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Christmas with Lewisham Choral Society

This Christmas my choir Lewisham Choral Society has a few dates for your diary. If you would like to come and see us sing there are three events to see us at:


Christmas Concert, St. Mary’s Church, Lewisham
Saturday 10th December, 7.30pm

We will be singing songs by De Victoria, carols, choruses from Handel’s Messiah and Britten’s Saint Nicolas Cantata with a children’s choir. See our site for details and tickets.

I am really looking forward to this as the Britten is great fun and a bit odd! I am also singing a short piece called Vigilate by William Byrd with a number of other LCS singers and this is quite exciting as I haven’t sung a small group piece in years! I think we will do okay! :).

And a big thank you to my friend Jon Jacob for his wonderful interview with LCS to promote this week’s concert:


Carol singing in aid of St Joseph’s Hospice, Trafalgar Square
Tuesday 13th December, 6pm

LCS are supporting St Joseph’s for the second year running and their volunteers will be collecting donations whilst we sing for an hour under the Norwegian Christmas tree. This was us last year in the freezing cold and wet December air! 🙂

© Clive Dechant


Carol singing in aid of MediCinema, St Thomas’ Hospital
Saturday 17th December, 2pm

LCS Alto Jo Honey, is a volunteer for MediCinema and we will be singing at the start of a screening of Arthur Christmas to welcome patients (adults and children) and their families and friends.

MediCinema is a film industry charity that installs state-of-the-art cinemas in hospitals around the UK, bringing movie magic to patients and people in places of care.


I won’t be at the MediCinema carols but if you see me at St. Mary’s or in Trafalgar Square come and say hello!

Merry Christmas to you as well! 🙂


Nevada Street Deli

Slightly an odd post this one, but as the nights’ get colder and Christmas gets closer, I start thinking about the year nearly gone and this encourages a scour through old photos.

Tonight’s find is a folder from the 14th of May when him and I went to the Nevada Street Deli for breakfast one Saturday morning. We had been intending to go for a while and as my birthday is the 11th of May this was a good excuse. We had a lovely stroll through the park from our place by Maze Hill also, such a lovely day.

However, the Nevada Street Deli is no more as very shortly after our visit the deli became Heaps Sausages and we still haven’t been to see the change six months later! Oops!

I have heard nothing but good about Martin Heap and his bangers so I am sure it is well worth a trip. What I would like to say is that we had a splendid breakfast that day in May and I hope the menu hasn’t changed too much.

I don’t quite understand the relationship between the deli and Heaps, can someone explain? The change from the deli to Heaps was being advertised in the shop that day so I would assume the change is a positive one!

Anyway, the food was ace, and as I never got round to putting up these photos I am glad to now.

Not the largest deli in the world, but it was perfectly formed

Lovely utensil jar, I do like a nice one

The deli’s version of Gravadlax for him

Heaven on earth for me, mushrooms, bacon and and gorgeous bread, plus a pot of tea for two

Lovely looking sarnies, lovely presentation

Lovely spot too!

So if you fancy a sausage or two, pop down to Heaps. I think we might have to take a trip to stock up for Christmas now! Mmmmmm sausages!


#GreenwichTweetUp 2

Last night was Greenwich Tweet Up 2 and we headed for The Pelton Arms again.

Saturday night is live music night at the pub and we saw The Repertoire Dogs strut their stuff. I thought they were ace and Ellie, Wayne, Michael and myself inflicted our awful dancing on our fellow pub-goers. There is a video but I will resist and not put it on YouTube!

Attendees included:

designedbyblind and Mercer


Charlie, a normo! i.e. she is not on Twitter, a friend of Helen’s

Also, the photos are crap, sorry!

Hai, my name is L A R A <<< A battle I will never win

Michael and myself, cheers!

Sam and Wayne

Wayne eating guide dog Mercer’s chew. Silly

Ellie, Sam and Wayne

Helen, Charlie and Jack

The dashing and sweet Michael who is raising funds for Movember

Another lovely night was had by all and Sam and I rounded off the night with a lovely lamb shish kebab from Greenwich Kebab. \m/

Keep your eyes peeled for the next #GreenwichTweetUp in 2012…


Gurkha’s Inn

The boyfriend and I both love Gurkha’s Inn on Colomb Street in East Greenwich. We have been getting takeaways and eating in the restaurant for about six months now, even getting food once a week during the summer! It’s that good!

I always get the lamb jalfrezi and he loves the butter chicken. Poppadoms and a chutney come free with a meal and we always get a garlic naan too. At some point in the future we will explore the menu further, just not yet!

My lamb is always soft and tender, and the sauce is amazingly infused with flavour and is full of onion and yellow and green peppers to chow down. I tend to spend most of the meal shovelling the veg and sauce down my throat and then I remember to eat the meat! The poppadoms are also a delight and no Indian meal is complete without a naan to scoop up the lovely sauce.

The butter chicken is intensely sweet and thick and luxurious. I cannot eat much myself but he always wolfs it down in ten minutes so it must be good!

We have also enjoyed eating in the restaurant as the atmosphere is relaxing and the service isn’t pushy, just attentive. A full bar is available, and Gurkha’s Inn is just off Trafalgar Road next door to the Iceland. Takeaway orders also receive a 10% discount if collected.

It is a wonderful local restaurant, go eat!


Rita Anne Westcott

Twenty years ago today my mum Rita Anne Westcott died of “carcinoma of breast”, more commonly known as breast cancer. She was 40 and died on the 11th of November 1991 on my 7 1/2 birthday, when my brother Andrew was 14, and when my Dad was also 40.

As I understand it she became ill, received treatment and died all in a short space of time, not even a year perhaps. Due to my parents’ separation when I was five the details my dad has are sketchy and I don’t remember much anyway.

I have always described myself as not really having a mum as I remember so little about her and have so few memories of our time together. I did however have two nans, two step-grandads, two aunts, a great-aunt and uncle, a step-mother, two cousins, and my dad and brother so I think I did okay. I also have stories from my nanny Brenda of how she would tell my brother off too much and how she was excessively tidy so things like that help me build a bit of a picture of her life and ways.

As I have grown up I have realised quite how different my upbringing was to my boyfriend, my friends and my work colleagues, but that isn’t to say that I am any less or more than anyone else, just that I can see how my attitude and outlook on things have developed differently. I am quite independent, I have always been used to looking after myself, and until moving in with my Sam I don’t think I realised how much a relationship, living with someone and relying on them means to me.

But this isn’t about me really, this about my mum and marking her life in some small way. So many people live and die in such a short space of time, and if you don’t remember them, who will.

My mum is of Welsh and English descent and happened to be born in Greenwich not five minutes walk from where I live now. This is all co-incidental but makes me so happy. She was born on Tuesday the 13th of February 1951, nine days before my Dad, and her parents were William James Desmond Westcott and Joyce Gwendoline Bishop.

My grandad was an Engineer’s Fitter at Greenwich Power Station and they lived at 9 Circus Street with my aunt Yvonne who is a year or so older than my mum. She was born at St Alfeges Hospital which became Greenwich District Hospital, where my brother was born, before it was demolished in 2001.

It makes my heart warm to know my family were born and living in this area, I love it so much.

At some point my grandparents moved to Catford as my mum and aunt both went to Rathfern Primary School, and then Sydenham Girls School to do their O Levels.

At Sydenham my mum became a prefect and moved up the ranks to become Head Girl from 1968 to 1969. I never knew this until I went through the papers my dad had saved for my brother and I two weekends ago. It made me so proud, my mum represented a whole school!

At eighteen my parents started dating, and then married in 1970 when they were both nineteen. My dad is from Penge but was born in Beckenham Maternity Hospital, as was I, and they met through the church they were both members of. They lived in a flat in Limes Grove in Lewisham at one point, before moving to Glenfarg Road in Catford a few years later. By the time I came along in 1984 we were still at Glenfarg Road but then moved out of London in 1989 due to my dad’s job.

Unfortunately for my brother and I, not long after we moved to Lincolnshire my parents separated and my dad moved half an hour’s drive away to Northamptonshire. Then not long after that I guess my mum became ill, had treatment and then came home again.

Then she got seriously ill and ended up getting admitted to The Royal Marsden Hospital in Chelsea through her London friends. Again, this is partly guesswork as my dad, brother and I weren’t overly involved at this point. My dad feels my mum kept it to herself as long as she could.

By this point, maybe September, I was sent to London to stay with friends from when I was little and I went to school with a boy who was the son of my mum’s friend. My dad was still working, and my brother was kept in school where we lived because he had just started his GCSEs. I think it was a bit messy, I just don’t really know.

I think it was quick though, I vaguely remember a call in the middle of the night on the 11th and have vague memories of the funeral and a party for the children afterwards. Like I said before, I don’t remember much and it is only now, twenty years later that my dad and I freely discuss this time.

I know from my mum’s death certificate that my aunt Yvonne was with her when she died and that makes me glad. I love my aunt and her children and grandchildren. None of us were particularly close to my nanny Joyce so I am so glad that she is in my life as a representation of that missing part of the family.

Family is very important to me, and whatever differences are in my family (and there are a lot!) I like to spend time with them whenever I can.

I miss my mum, but I didn’t know her at the same time so that is an odd thing. I have my dad though, I love him so much and I think he worked really hard to build a life for me and my brother the best he could.

Everyone grows up differently, I am just glad that my parents were happy together for a good twenty years at least. That is quite a long time.

I was at my dad’s recently and I went through all the papers and photos he kept from his time with my mum and these two photos are my favourites, what a gorgeous couple.


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