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dubmill · 2 months
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Tottenham Cemetery, London; 5.2.2022
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yz · 2 months
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Muswell Hill. February 2024.
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feckcops · 7 months
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Private companies are stealing public parks
“For years now, entertainment mega-corporations have targeted cash-strapped councils as amenable, affordable hosts for their events. From Clapham Common to Glasgow Green, city-dwellers across the UK have become accustomed to basslines vibrating their windows, five-metre fences encircling their playgrounds, and security guards policing what are effectively their gardens.
“Yet as entertainment companies try to recuperate massive pandemic losses with aggressive multi-year deals, while the climate crisis renders urban summers increasingly unbearable, the privatisation of public parkland is becoming harder to swallow.
“In April, dozens of Haringey residents descended on FoFP’s biggest-ever meeting to vent their frustrations, while a recent petition demanding private companies keep their hands off Finsbury Park was signed by thousands ... For the most part, the work of groups like FoFP and FCC is polite engagement with the council to ensure the park is properly maintained. Yet as councils’ approach to major events has become more aggressive, so have the friends groups’.
“In 2016, FoFP took Haringey to court over its outdoor events policy. The group lost the case – though it did win an agreement from Haringey that the money made from the park would be spent on it. Haringey claims to have done this, though to FoFP, the numbers don’t quite add up: while in information obtained by Novara Media via an FoI request, the council claims it spent £871,626 on staffing Finsbury Park in 2020-21, many have questioned where the money is going: the park has had no park ranger since late October, no on-site manager since May. ‘If you’ve got this money […] you sure as hell didn’t spend it here,’ says Simon, pointing to the chipped paint of the bench on which she’s sitting.”
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bryanbarnes123 · 8 days
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ayda--demir · 11 days
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Where: Mulism Cultural Society Mosque for Berat's Funeral
When: March 19, 2024
Idle fingers tug the headscarf a little tighter around her neck, knelt on a pillow in the third row (children in the second and men in the first) in the prayer room outside of the mosque in Haringey. Inwardly Ayda berated herself for not putting more into the funeral, the last thing she could do was give Berat the ending he deserved, but there was too much in the little time they had. A hand reached out, taking Ma’s hand in hers, catching sight of Emine on the other side, holding the opposite hand. At least she was able to accomplish one thing, giving Ma the time to process and grieve, leaving the arrangements to her. 
All those in attendance, and the body, faced in the direction of Mecca. The whole community had shown up, and those that cared for him, and it made her sad that he couldn’t see all of those who loved him, let him know that he wasn’t alone. She wanted to believe that he was looking down at them. That he was in a better place. 
The Iman stands facing them, ready to give the prayer. “God is greater.” 
“God is greater,” all the voices echo. 
“In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful. Praise be to God, the Lord of the Universe, the Compassionate, the Merciful, Sovereign of the Day of Judgment! You alone we worship, and to You alone we turn for help. Guide us to the straight path, the path of those whom You have favoured, not of those who have incurred Your wrath, nor those who have gone astray.” The Iman’s voice carries a power that resonates in Ayda. 
“God is greater,” all the voices echo once more. 
“Allah, we ask You to raise the rank of Muhammad, and have mercy upon the Al (family, friends, and everyone else present for the funeral) of Muhammad, as You raised the rank of Ibrahim (Abraham), and the Al of Ibrahim. Verily, You are the One Who deserves to be praised and thanked, and the One Who is glorified. O Allah, we ask You to bless Muhammad, and the Al of Muhammad, as You blessed Ibrahim, and the Al of Ibrahim. Verily, You are the One Who deserves to be praised and thanked, and the One Who is glorified.”
“God is greater,” a choir of voices rang. 
“Allah, grant forgiveness to our living and to our dead, and to those who are present and to those who are absent, and to our young and our old folk, and to our males and females. O Allah! Whomsoever you grant to live, from among us, help him to live in Islam, and whom of us you cause to die, help him to die in faith. Grant especially this dead person your ease, rest, forgiveness and consent Allah, if he acted well, then increase for him his good action, and if he acted wrongly, then overlook his wrong actions. Grant him security, glad tidings, generosity and closeness to you. We seek Thy blessings, Thou art the most Merciful.”
 “God is greater,” a moment of silence follows, then all those in unison along with the Iman finish the prayer. “May the peace and mercy of Allah be upon you.”
She can feel the tears start to swell in her eyes, giving Berat’s mothers hand a small squeeze in reassurance that she wasn’t alone. Slowly the front row stands, taking a moment to pass by Berat’s body, a silent goodbye said. Next the children went, a few words murmured. Lastly, the women stand, letting them all take a turn before leaving the end for herself, Emine and Berat’s mother. 
She can’t believe she’s saying goodbye. 
Emine leads them, tears streaming down her cheeks and given the custom, she was doing a good job holding it together. A hand comes to rest on top of his and she can hear what the girl whispers. 
“I want you to know that you are the best big brother. I know we had our differences, but I wouldn’t have wanted to do this world without you. I love you, always.” She leans down to kiss his forehead, moving to let Ma take her turn. 
“My sweet boy. Life is not fair.” The words are heard between the sobs. “I will pray for you every day. I love you.” She placed a kiss upon his forehead, Emine reaching to take her head. 
And that left Ayda, standing there looking at the man she was so certain she would have spent the rest of her life with. “May you be at peace. I will look out for them.” That she could promise them. “I’m sorry for leaving.” The last words she whispers, moving away. 
The burial grounds are not too far off, a line of people following behind the men carrying Berat’s body and he is slowly lowered into his grave. Muslims did not believe in cremation, that there will be a physical resurrection on Judgement Day, and Ayda wished for nothing more. 
Ma, Ayda and Emine are the first to throw three handfuls of dirt onto his grave, reciting a small prayer. 
“Out of it We (Allah) created you, And into it We deposit you, And from it We shall take you out once again.” 
The rest of the family, friends and the community do the same, reciting the same words. A lot of hands wiping under eyes and hugs shared amongst those there. 
It wasn’t long until everyone was invited to Tamamen Dolu for food and drinks, a custom that would have taken place at Ma’s, but this felt like a better setting and would allow her to go home when she was ready. Where she knew it would be quiet for her. . 
Ayda kept busy, making sure everyone had something to drink and food on a plate, it gave her a way to keep her mind distracted. 
When the night was starting to wind down, she caught sight of Emine sitting at the table that had their engravement. 
She moves to stand behind her, a hand reaching up to unclasp the necklace from around her neck, moving to place it around Emine’s. 
“Ayda, what are you doing?” Emine questions her, turning her head before a hand comes up to wrap around the ring hanging from it. 
“I think you should have this.” It was breaking her to give the last piece of Berat she had, but it felt right giving it to Emine. “That was the engagement ring he got for me. I wanted to give you something to remember him by.” 
Emine sits there speechless for a second, head turning to look down at the ring. “Ayda…I…” Ayda could feel the tears return and when she saw Emine’s face after she slipped out of the chair, it seemed both of them were doing the same. Arms wrap around her, letting hers wrap around the other. “Thank you.” She whispers.
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thecrimecrypt · 1 year
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Crimes That Shook Britain (London)
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Murder of Nisha Patel-Nasri Special Constable Nisha Patel-Nisri, 29, was stabbed to death outside her Wembley home in May 2006.  It was assumed she’d interrupted a burglary. Her husband Fadi Nasri made an emotional televised appeal for information. But, six months later, police found the murder weapon - a knife missing from the Nasris’ kitchen - in a nearby drain. 
CCTV footage showed a silver Audi - traced to a nightclub bouncer - pulling up to the drain. The bouncer claimed his friend Jason Jones, 36, of disposed of the knife.  Jones’ phone records connected him to drug dealer Rodger Leslie - and also to Nisha’s husband Fadi Nasri. Officers charged all four with murder. At the February 2008 trial, it was revealed Nasri had been having an affair with a Lithuanian prostitute, was £100,000 in debt. 
Nasri had paid Jones £15,000 to kill his wife for her life insurance - a deal set up by dealer Leslie.  The bouncer was acquitted, but Jones, Leslie and Nasri were all found guilty and sentenced to life. 
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John Christie On 9 March 1950, Timothy Evans was hanged for murdering his daughter Geraldine. Police believed he’d also killed his wife Beryl at 10 Rillington Place in Notting Hill, London. 
Evans claimed the downstairs neighbor John Christie killed Beryl in a botched abortion, but Christie was a prosecution witness, and the jury believed him.  When Christie moved house three years later, another tenant stumbled across three bodies in a hidden alcove in Christie’s kitchen. A total of seven bodies were found in the house and garden - including those of Beryl and Geraldine, plus Christie’s wife Ethel.
Christie was arrested and confessed to murdering seven women. Most were raped and strangled.  On 5 July 1953, Christie was hanged by the same executioner who’d hanged innocent Timothy Evans. 
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Killing of Rachel Nickell The sexual assault and killing of Rachel Nickell, 23, on Wimbledon Common in July 1992, was one of Britain’s biggest unsolved cases.  The model was stabbed 49 times in broad daylight. 
Heartbreakingly, her son, then 2, was found clinging to her, covered in blood, begging her to wake up.  A local man was charged, but the trial collapsed. 
In November 2004, after a DNA breakthrough, killer and rapist Robert Napper became prime suspect. He was already in psychiatric hospital Broadmoor for murdering Samantha Bisset and her daughter Jasmine, 4, in 1993.  Napper finally admitted killing Rachel and, in 2008, pleaded guilty to manslaughter on the grounds of diminished responsibility. 
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Death of Baby P In August 2007, 17-month-old Peter Connelly, known as Baby P before his full name was released to the media was found dead in his cot in Haringey, north London, with a catalogue of injuries. 
His mother Tracey, her lover, Steven Barker and his brother Jason Owen had inflicted the unimaginable violence.  Prior to Peter’s death, doctors and social services had noticed injuries, yet Peter was always returned to his mother. 
Just days before Peter’s death, a social worker failed to spot further injuries - disguised by chocolate deliberately smeared on his face.  When he died, little Peter had a broken back, fractured shin, his ear was ripped, a tooth knocked out and his head was gashed. 
The distressing case left the nation horrified. Connelly, Barker, and Owen were convicted of causing Peter’s death, and jailed. Owen and Connelly were released but since returned to prison for breaching parole.  Haringey council apologized for its failure to save the life of little Peter Connelly. 
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Dennis Nilsen In February 1983, residents of 23 Cranley in Muswell Hill, north London, complained of blocked drains and a sickening stench.  In the outside drain, a technician found bones and rotting human remains. 
In the filthy attic of Dennis Nilsen’s flat, police found dismembered, decaying corpses. Nilsen had been luring young gay men to his flat, then strangling them.  After cutting them up, he’d boil the skin off their bones and hide body parts in the house. He’d flushed limbs, flesh and organs down the toilet and sink. 
Three men were killed at Cranley Gardens, 12 more were murdered at Nilsen’s previous flat in Cricklewood, where he’d burned remains in the garden.  Nilsen was serving a whole-life sentence for the murders when he died in 2018 from a pulmonary embolism. 
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Murder of Stephen Lawrence On 22 April 1993, Stephen Lawrence, 18, was killed in Eltham, south London, in a racist attack - David Norris, Gary Dobson, and three other suspects were arrested and Norris and Dobson were charged with murder, but the case was dropped due to insufficient evidence. 
In 2005, laws preventing suspects being tried twice for the same crime were scrapped. New DNA evidence was found on Dobsons’ and Norris’ clothes and, in 2011, they were re-tried, found guilty of murder and jailed for life. 
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erdogan-nevra · 2 years
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Trips to Haringey were few and far between for Nevra but since her run-in with both Berat and Ayda at the awards, homesickness had pulled at her heartstrings. She very well couldn’t go see the former so out in the open. That would have been social suicide. The woman, however, was more accessible. 
The door to Gizli Bahçe opened easily and much to her relief, the place was almost empty. Perfect for saving face and enjoying a coffee she, and probably Ayda, dearly needed. 
“Merhaba.” Another rarity for the assassin was speaking in her parents’ mother tongue. Call it nostolgia or cowardice as it was easier to hide who she’d become. She knew who would deem it which. “Ayda, I brought a very large iced coffee. Take sixty and join me, yeah?”
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wally-b-feed · 1 month
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Grey Haringey Coates, 2024
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horncastleroofing · 3 months
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Is Slate Roofing the Right Choice for Your Historic Home?
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Preserving the charm and authenticity of a historic home often involves making thoughtful choices when it comes to roofing materials. In the realm of roofing options, slate stands out as a timeless and durable choice, especially for historic properties in the United Kingdom. Let’s explore whether slate roofing, including modern options like Siga 39 slates, is the right choice for your cherished historic home.
Siga slates, particularly the Siga 39, have become a popular choice for those seeking a perfect blend of traditional aesthetics and modern durability. These slates are known for their high-quality construction and longevity, making them an excellent option for maintaining the historical integrity of your home.
One of the key advantages of slate roofing is its unmatched longevity. Unlike traditional roofing materials, slate can endure for well over a century, providing a sustainable and enduring solution for historic homes. This longevity is especially crucial for Flat Felt Roofing in London and areas with diverse weather conditions, where durability is paramount.
Slate roofing also offers a variety of design possibilities, allowing homeowners to choose from different colors, sizes, and textures, including the popular Siga 39 slates. This versatility enables you to match or enhance the existing aesthetic of your historic property while benefiting from the modern improvements in slate manufacturing.
In terms of maintenance, slate roofs are relatively low-maintenance compared to other roofing materials. This can be especially beneficial for historic homes in need of roofing solutions that stand the test of time.
For historic homes in the United Kingdom, including those in areas like Haringey, Finchley, Camden, or Hampstead, where architectural preservation is crucial, slate roofing, and modern alternatives like Siga slates, provide a compelling option. Consult with experienced roofers in London to explore whether slate roofing aligns with the unique requirements and historical significance of your cherished home.
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thequotecollector · 1 year
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"It seemed unlikely that anything could hold much longer. The only thing left to ask was what would happen after everything familiar collapsed. But for now the summer stretched between me and that moment."
-Losing Haringey, The Clientele
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dubmill · 1 year
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Green Lanes, Harringay, London; 31.1.2021 (It seems like an odd question to ask, but funnily enough I do like to gaze at red crane lights at night. I can see some from my window.)
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yz · 2 months
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Dunn’s Bakery. London tradition. February 2024.
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streetart-nightly · 1 year
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bryanbarnes123 · 4 days
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Chin Na techniques Takedowns 12 Northern Praying Mantis Kung Fu Sifu Bryan  As we move deeper into the age of aquarius all secrets will be revealed  and what was kept in the dark shall now be bought into the light, let the Awakening begin...!
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ayda--demir · 7 months
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Till Death Do Us Part Part II - Oct 4th, 2023 tw: mention of death
It had been a few days since the shooting at the bakery. News spread quickly around the borough, shocking the community. Mrs. Aksoy had left herself a legacy and Mr. Demirci had been known for his excellent talent when it came to suits. It left people uncertain on what their fate would be in their own home. Ayda tried not to think about it, it left her feeling the weight that was now placed heavier on her shoulders. She wanted to protect them, but it was growing harder to find the confidence that she could. 
Ayda stood outside of the bakery for ten minutes replaying what happened that night. She had been asked to come over to the Aksoy’s. The window had already been fixed, but nothing had been touched on the inside. Glass still scattered across the floor, tables and chairs turned and the faint mark of where the bleach was placed to cover up the blood. Taking a deep breath she walked around to the side to where the other entrance to the flat was, stepping inside, locking the door behind her, making her way up the stairs.
“Hello,” she calls out softly, eyes meeting ones she hadn’t seen in years. “Kemal?” She knew he would come. It was their mom that passed. That meant Ela would be here too. “Is your sister here?” She asks, her eyes falling on Mr. Aksoy sitting beside him. 
“I got in late last night.” He gives her a faint smile, a hand gesturing to the lounge chair beside them.“Ela is here, she went out to get some food.” Ayda returns the smile, taking a seat. 
That is when she notices the box sitting on Mr. Aksoy’s lap, a shoe box and it catches her attention. Careful hues study the older male, taking in his features. He looks paler, a tiredness in his gaze and his shoulders sink. Skinnier, he looks much skinnier than the last time she saw him which wasn’t long ago. 
“I’m sorry you are here for this.” There would always be a part of her that would feel it was her fault. She should have never put that gathering together. It was a lesson she should have learnt from the engagement party failure, unable to look him in the eyes. 
“Not how I wanted to come visit, but we will manage to get through this.” There was a defeatness to his tone and it made her worry.  Her hands fold on her lap. 
“Let me get to the point,” Mr. Aksoy says, a weakness to his tone. His hand trembles while taking the envelope from the top of the box. “This is the deed to the building, along with the rights to the bakery.” 
A dumbfoundedness seeps into her features. “That should go to Kemal or Ela.” She quickly looks at Kemal, seeing him shake his head at her. 
“We don’t want it.” He speaks before his father could. “Neither of us have the desire to run the bakery and we don’t want it sold. Ma always talked about how much it meant to you. We want someone to keep it running, in her honour.” He blinks back the tears. 
“Oh,” Ayda couldn’t hide her emotions, a hand coming up to wipe the tears, the other reaching forward to take the envelope from him. “I don’t know what to say.” There is a small pause whilst she looks it over, not opening it. “Thank you.” 
“This is for you.” He then holds out the shoe box with her name on top of it. “All the kids have one, she thought of you as her own. Things she kept over the years.” Ayda takes the box, holding both on her lap. This was something she would look at later when she was alone. 
“I miss her,” her voice cracks, fingers curling around the box. 
“We all do.” Kemal adds, a hand reaching out to take hers, giving a small squeeze before pulling back. “She always talked highly of you. You meant a lot to her. I want to thank you for being there for her when we were gone.” His words touched her more than she thought they would. 
“I’m stopping with treatment.” Mr. Aksoy states, both of them looking at him stunned. 
“Pa, you can’t.” Kemal interjects, his attention turning to his dad. 
“I can’t lose you too.” Ayda adds in, moving to sit beside the old man’s other side, leaving the box and envelope on the chair.  “I have already told the doctors and refused treatment on Monday.” He looks between the both of them, and now it made sense why he looked the way he did. He was slowly dying.  “I was only fighting this for her.”
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