PECKHAM

Day three of year two and it’s lecture time, and I’m staying awake for these ones.

It’s good to be back after what seemed like an endless summer, everyone is in high spirits and my ears are fully perked up in preparation for my first lecture of the year. An incredibly insightful two hours whizzed by and I get to participate in a class field trip to the world famous Peckham.

A painfully long Uber ride drops my group at the top of Peckhams, somewhat gloomy, high street and we set out in search of a heavy dosage of local culture, in the form of grub.

Strolling about the town on a brisk, sunny Tuesday afternoon and the first thing that triggers warning signals is the severe lack of pedestrians, for a place that’s supposed to inspire an epiphany of cultural ecstasy, I’m struggling to motivate an emotion of whelm.  

In amongst the dirty buildings, tucked down an alleyway, that resembles the mouth of a river, is a beaten up burger van doused in the remains of previous stickers and decals left behind from, potentially, failed business models, with just the names of the five wraps he sells written in a sharpie. This was, and probably will forever be, my highlight of Peckham.