Brilliant footage, excellent video.

ray cyst!!!!!!!

Gosh some of you girls are miserable.

London is amazing. If you don't like it go to Afghanistan, grow a beard and be miserable.

I thought I had reason to be uncheerful part 3! Took Mrs 'Death to the featre on Saturday. Thought I'd be smart and have a swifty in the pub next door, The Garrick on Charing Cross Road. 14 pound something for a pint of " Punk " IPA and a double VAT for Mrs 'Death! Did it ruin my evening? No! Bought two more rounds in the featre, the booze cost more than the tickets when the bell tolled!

Get over yourselves!

I love London........Unless I am trying to find a decent place for a late-night drink - then it can be a pain in the arris.

indeed it is. I can't understand why a million white people have left it this century.

You'll always find it's mostly miserable northerners that moan and whinge about London, can only be jealousy.

no one with a half functioning brain thinks anything good comes out of london , the rot will accelerate into chaos

Maybe they want to live in Rotherham Kenny!

It would be interesting to hear the views of 40s/50s/60s year old blokes  in 1967  ...all long since gone of course . 
  I'd also imagine that today's teens will look back on  2018 with nostalgia in 2068.

I came off the tube at Mile End a few years back and thought that's where I was.

perhaps they are saying the same in Beirut

Yes, that is a possibility I suppose, Coach'.

Coachbuster - Re your post of 03.30, here goes.  I started work in London in September 1968 aged 16. Although a year later, I guess the city was not much different. I worked in the Temple, just south of Fleet Street.  In my initial training group of about 12, there were several "immigrants" - I will name them as they each stick in my mind. As a Sussex village boy, they were all very new to me - John Juggernaut (from Mauritius, related to the ruling family), Anthony Igbinovia (from Biafra - they used to say "how long has ig bin over here), Eugene Kosuch (Yugoslavia, I think), a Nigerian whose name I cannot remember other than it was a pleasant little assortment of o's l's and u's. All the rest of the group were white males (no females The remainder of the group were Brits, all older than me and mostly from the East End or Essex; Odd that I can remember none of their surnames

My memories of that time were in order.......

£7 7s a week starting, only a couple of quid less than my dad on the Farm.  Mind you my rail season ticket was over £2
The Smoking Carriage on the 06.24 from Haywards Heath to London Bridge (They'd saved smog specially from the 50's) - Solo Whist Card Schools good though once you got in.
The gigs - Marquee, UFO, Lyceum.
Going to Carnaby Street for the first time, I later learnt that Kings Road was better.
Harlequin Record Shop in Fleet Street (which still had listening booths - Chelsea Morning by Joni was the first thing I heard in a booth)
The Betting Shop opposite Harlequin Records (Denis Compton used to bet there)
Just how many bombsites (in the WW2 sense) there still were, over 25 years later.
The Dickensian buildings in the Temple, the Old Cheshire Cheese pub and the cafe by Temple Tube stations (Bacon butties)

If we look at the ancestry of people who live in London today , well then it’s a meaningless thing of course

To be fair lfc,

You don't have any idea of what anything is, go back to your village, they need you!

The link went, along with my opening post.

Fabulous footage

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zk0eyKzp1c

I never realized until recently the population of some London boroughs, there are more people in Croyden & Camden than in the City of Manchester.