Willesden to Cricklewood

"From Willesden to Cricklewood, I tell you the town looked good. Walking lonely avenues. Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues. There's people in doing their thing. Gettin' all the mozzarella in. And the passing time and phasing moons. Words flying in cloudy rooms. Plastic bags, milk and eggs. The poor old crone's got aching legs. How I would love to speak to everybody on the street. Just for once to break the rules. I know it would be so cool ..." Joe Strummer says the lagers are on him in Willesden to Cricklewood, so let's drink a toast. Ah Joe. I always liked the slow dances best of all. Now, funnily enough, Willesden has a fine railway tradition, and there's still a depot there, where perhaps the Class 47 loco named in honour of Joe has been stabled. Cricklewood has been the focus of a number of songs, the best of which is most well-known as performed by the great Christy Moore, though I understand it was written by John B. Keane ... To Joe, Christy, and the rebel spirit!