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the saying went.
Most of the families around Stansfield Road were
large, with kids invariably accompanied on their
adventures by brothers and sisters. Maybe it’s for
that reason that few of them remember David. Sue
Larner was one of the only children who did notice
him; now a sculptor, she recalls noticing the nicelooking,
well-scrubbed boy’s skill at art. ‘None of us
had much to do with boys, but I do remember
showing him a few tricks on the drawing board – and
he showed me even more. He showed me how to
draw a woman’s bonnet, with the neck, without
having to draw a face first. He was good.’
At weekends, or after school, the five-year-old
David’s universe was bounded by the bomb sites on
Chantrey Road and the far side of Stockwell Road,
where all kids played: turning left on Stockwell Road,
he’d immediately reach the school playground;
turning right, he’d walk past two sweet shops, the
nearest overseen by a kindly, camp gentleman.
Further down Stockwell Road was the Astoria: later
a famed rock venue – the Academy – whose
attractions would include David Bowie, in the fifties it
was still a thriving local cinema, with morning
matinees featuring cowboy movies, Zorro or Laurel
and Hardy. On the way to the cinema, a book-shop
sprawled out onto the pavement, filled with comics
and kids’ books. There was a large dairy, with
horse-drawn carts, but the main feature that
dominated Stockwell Road was Pride and Clarke’s,
a celebrated motorbike and car showroom that
sprawled across a row of maroon-painted buildings,