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​DO NOT blame me. No seriously. This was not my idea. I have two usually intelligent young grand-daughters and this is their idea. 
It is entirely possible I am wrong and it was dreamed up by my wife as a means of keeping me off the street.
Either way, you are the victims. The request was simple - Ooh that’s interesting - write it down. In fact now I think about it it may be the fault of their father, another usually intelligent geezer.
​IN THE best tradition of journalism I start with a mistruth and a lie. This -  and I - do not start on the ladder. And this starts in 1943, not 46. 
But the ladder was critical to my life. This unusual array of streets, stretching north along Green Lanes from Finsbury Park to Turnpike Lane have developed a character all their own since being speculatively built between 1900 and 1910 and have matched the changing multiculturalism of our land.
I have touched on this in the first half (Life on the Ladder) but later developments are worthy of note. Today this gathering of some 2,400 houses sports the most vibrant online forum in the capital if not the nation. Harringay on Line can take the credit for maintaining my interest in the area and feeding the content of my pages. And it will again here.
Today Harringay seems to reflect every variety of ethnicity we have in Britain today and has become slightly posh, slightly over-priced and definitely very full of top class eateries!
So, as I begin my wander through my days here keep in mind that when I started out there were a few Irish, then many Caribbeans, then Greek and Turkish Cypriots and then - well since I left many more have enriched the landscape. To be frank I’d go back if I could!
Let us begin….



Picture
And to begin - my christening! We are outside a house in Streatham with most of the available family Woods and Bollen - so mostly Bollen. Dad is missing so I assume he took the picture.