"While people eat their biscuits with tea, they dream of daffodils that sway in the breeze. And every sunday afternoon tidy ladies shine their shoes. And every little lady dreams lavender memories ..." The thing about London is that it can get confusing, with your Mill Hills, your Plaistows, and your Lavender Hills. Which Lavender Hill were the Kinks singing about? The one up Enfield way? Well, they were north London lads. Or was it the one down Clapham? It's a beautiful song whichever one you fancy. And as we've finally succumbed to the Kinks songbook, here's Dead End Street ...Sunday, 6 September 2009
Lavender Hill
"While people eat their biscuits with tea, they dream of daffodils that sway in the breeze. And every sunday afternoon tidy ladies shine their shoes. And every little lady dreams lavender memories ..." The thing about London is that it can get confusing, with your Mill Hills, your Plaistows, and your Lavender Hills. Which Lavender Hill were the Kinks singing about? The one up Enfield way? Well, they were north London lads. Or was it the one down Clapham? It's a beautiful song whichever one you fancy. And as we've finally succumbed to the Kinks songbook, here's Dead End Street ...
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