Ode to a Steak and Kidney Pudding
That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die
- Abdul Alhazred
We hope you wrote the recipe down, because the steak and kidney pudding gravestone has gone from Harefield Road.
The removal men visited recently and took with them one of Brockley's most curious fixtures - a gravestone in someone's front garden, semi-hidden behind bamboo, with a recipe for steak and kidney pudding engraved on it.
We wouldn't have chosen it for our front garden, but we will miss it greatly.
21 comments:
Noooooooo! And we never interviewed them ...
a sad and perplexing day
I always wondered what had inspired/possessed* them to do that!
* varied depending on my mood
Brockley will never be the same again!! I would have it in my front garden . . .
I didnt even see the place on the market. Really the stone belonged to Brockley (!)
That's a terrible shame - it was a wonderful bit of eccentricity that made me smile every time I saw it. I wonder what has become of it now? Perhaps it could be retrieved and planted somewhere on the common?
There's a urinal in a front garden in Tyrwhitt...
No! I don't beleive it! I walked past it every day and it always made me smile.
Oh no – what a shame it’s gone! It was such a quirky part of Brockley and was pointed out to me with pride on my first ever day here.
Maybe they were fed up with people staring through their railway sleepers and bamboo whilst trying to read the recipe?
Or did they move and take it with them? Such things are not set in stone...
Shame! I'll miss it too. I've always been curious about it though - does anyone know if there's a story behind it? Who lived there?
That is sad. Have they definitely moved out? Perhaps they got bored of steak and kidney and are having another one made up. I can see it now "Ode to Toad in the Hole" or something...
Oh no! Like you Bea, I was shown this on my first-ever visit to Brockley, and it lit up a glow of fondness for the place that's seen me move here. Wish I knew the story behind it.
I seem to recall that they had to petition to get post-hoc planning permission for the sleepers & the bamboo. The Pie Stone caused people to sign it . . .
I checked yesterday and an olive tree has been planted in the grave stone plot.
Olive trees are nice, if a little predictable - and not a patch on what was there.
Olive trees are predictable? Like buses coming in threes? What a weird thing to say Bea
I know what you mean, Bea. Olive trees are so last year. They shoulda gone with a Weeping Birch, very this season...
Damn - I have an olive tree waiting to go in my front garden. Not even in the ground and it is out of fashion and labels me as predictable.
Good job I take tree fashion with a pinch of salt.
Perhaps there's a body buried underneath it-a great double bluff. We could have our very own Rllington Place on our hands!
A serial killer in Brockley?
Perhaps we have a Sweeney Todd right here in the borough of Lewisham-cutting up his clients and putting them in Steak and Kidney puddings. I will not be visiting the local barber again in a hurry.
White on white murder?-there again I did always have a vivid imagination.
Good riddance. What a load of pretentious crap that was.
Interesting thought 4x4, perhaps they haven't been burying the bodies but supplying them as steak and kidney to 1 of the local pie shops? The artwork being an ironic confession?
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