G is for Guildford

My first memory of Guildford was gleaned on the Hog’s Back, a busy road curving over the hills behind the town. I guess circa 1966. It resonates because of a rant of my father’s at an ‘Architectural Excrescence’. Dad had many pet hates and modern building styles was one. To be fair the 50s and 60s were a period when building quickly was at a premium and using the cheapest, most modern of materials – concrete – was in vogue. This time, however, the direction of dad’s ire was a red brick lump. Guildford cathedral. guildford

Dad was rather in the Prince Charles camp when it comes to architecture. My favourite of the Heir’s many anti architectural quotes was about an office complex (Paternoster Square) , a small part of which I inhabited when I started work in the City of London. “You have to give this much to the Luftwaffe,” he told the Corporation of London Planning and Communication Committee’s annual dinner at Mansion House in 1987. “When it knocked down our buildings, it didn’t replace them with anything more offensive than rubble.”


Salisbury – God’s sky rocket

Dad’s target that day was newly built. For Dad, echoing many a Colonel Blimp view on Britain (everything about buildings was better 50 years ago) we British were the ultimate when it came to Church and Cathedral building so why diverge from a working template? He adored Salisbury; he swooned over Winchester; he was a touch ‘Meah’ about Westminster; and thought St Paul’s overrated (being more a Hawksmoor then Wren man). But even at its worst (the drab Bath cathedral) ecclesiastical architecture, to him, was a matter of indifference not the visceral dislike he espoused that day.

I’d like to say the years have leant it a charm, allowed it to mellow. Sadly it still reminds me of the ‘lumpen pissoire’ of Dad’s original critique.

Guildford became my home briefly in the late 1970s as we lurched from one wage crisis to another cost of living debacle (sound familiar?) I had my first motor bike and froze to death on its seat. I hadn’t realised a truism about getting really cold until I biked across the Surrey countryside to the College of Law back then – that getting cold is horrid, bloody painful but getting warm again is even worse.

I spent six months in daily three hours of lectures, trying to hold a pen in my frostbitten fingers before going home to reinterpret my notes into a working version of English.  The occasional day out saw us hit Guildford hard – and rather bounce off. In 1979 Guildford didn’t party like it was 1977. It is probably a happening place now but not back then. Nowhere was I suppose. Even punk seemed sanitised there – the spitting was into handkerchiefs. Maybe it was because, back then,  Guildford had more shoe shops than anywhere I’ve ever been. And that probably proves my favourite economic theory – the Shoe Event Horizon.

The foundation of the Shoe Event Horizon theory is that when depressed, people tend to look down, and when they look down, they see their shoes. To cheer themselves up, they might buy themselves a new pair. Thus, in a generally depressed society, demand for shoes will rise.

In the critical condition, demand for shoes rises faster than the capacity to make good quality footwear. As shoe quality decreases, the demand increases further because shoes wear out faster and need to be replaced more often; as the demand for shoes increases, cheap mass production causes shoe quality to drop even more. What results is a spiral of increasing shoe demand and decreasing shoe quality. Eventually, this destabilizes the economy to the point where it is “no longer economically viable to build anything other than shoe shops”, and planetary society collapses.

That was epitomised in Guildford in 1979 and explains the Thatcherite revolution that followed the barren years that ended in the Winter of Discontent I 1978. After all Ford Prefect claimed to have come from Guildford.

This post would like to pay tribute to Douglas Noel Adams (11 March 1952 – 11 May 2001). He taught me a new sort of surreal humour, of wit and intelligence and, in crafting the best half our radio programmes ever (bar none) he allowed me to listen, laugh and do a many sit ups as I could while the programme was on. He it was changed my shape irretrievably and for that I am grateful.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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15 Responses to G is for Guildford

  1. Sue Vincent says:

    I’m with your Dad and Adams 🙂

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  2. legreene515 says:

    How did I not know you were doing A to Z! I am too.

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  3. Wow, that is gorgeous! Can I go visit!

    Good luck with the 2015 A to Z Challenge!
    A to Z Co-Host S. L. Hennessy

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  4. Sacha Black says:

    Kiss fm always spouts on about done club night in Guildford so I’m assuming you’re right on the hipness of guildford!

    More worryingly I want to raise that disturbing shoe decline cycle…. I mean THINK OF THE LOUBOUTINS… 😱😱😱😱😱 I need a lie down!

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  5. willowdot21 says:

    I am with Dad on the Guildford Cathedral it is a carbuncle!

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  6. Charli Mills says:

    Ah-a, now I understand why I wore turquoise Keens to LA. Every time I hung my head thinking I wasn’t “really” a writer, I saw those shoes and responded, “Oh, yes I am!” 🙂 Love God’s skyline rocket. No better architecture than that!

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  7. njmagas says:

    To be fair, that red box is kind of an eye sore set against the hills. I don’t care much for a lot of modern architecture. It’s all cement slabs and boring wasted space. I like symmetry in builds, but don’t see that with new stuff.

    N J Magas, author

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  8. Rachel M says:

    An “architectural excrescence”. What a great phrase. I’m going to have to steal that if you don’t mind. They did manage to build the ugliest things in the 60s and 70s. I definitely agree with your Dad about that.

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  9. Autism Mom says:

    So, don’t add Guildford to our tourist stops? 😉

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