More Marvin Gaye, more nearly gentrified London, if West Norwood can be called that. I took the train from Hampton Wick to Tulse Hill via Wimbledon and strolled down the A215, which is a bit like strolling out from Birmingham’s Jewellery Quarter into Smethwick. I couldn’t get my bearings at all. Where is this place… Continue reading WEST NORWOOD (MAKES ME WANNA HOLLER)