Published on May 11th, 2022 | by Gaelle Finley0
CHARLIE ON THE WALL
‘It was Saturday 16th April, late morning, and I had decided to visit Black Patch Park and pay my respects to Charlie, on his birthday.
Along the way, I called at a friend’s to see if they might join me. They were not at home. I lingered, in case they were just at the shops and would be back soon. I gazed upon the church spire, five minutes away from Black Patch Park. My mother was baptised there. My friend did not show. I proceeded to the Park.
Just as I crossed Hockley Brook, by the Romany memorial, I encountered a young man who asked “Do you know of any walls in the park ?”
I told him to follow me and showed him to the only piece of wall that I knew of, facing Perrot Street.
This felt like synchronicity. If I had not tarried at my friend’s house we would have missed each other.
He eyed up the wall whilst I began to regale him with some folklore about the place.
I also sang him my song “The Ballad of Charlie Chaplin”.
I told Vik [for that was his name] that I had to go home to receive a parcel.
When I returned, Vik had a companion and I had a bow saw for further clearance and visibility of the ongoing portraiture.
We three had a fine time through to the evening. Vik kept saying what a wonderful time he had had [!!].
He bought me a drink at the Soho Foundry Tavern as we enjoyed the party celebrating Independance Day for Zimbabwe.
We exchanged details and Vik said he wants to return and finish the wall. I have left messages but, so far, no replies……………’