Whether it’s hand-in-hand couples walking their spry dogs, families eating at street-side cafes or blokes drinking tea while compiling their latest blog post, Chiswick high street is a strip teeming with activity.

It feels like a city within a city, a self-sustaining, autonomous part of London. I used to have friends that never crossed over into neighbouring suburbs, almost as if it would be perceived as defecting to a foreign land. While that assertion is on the extreme side, I do see the allure of staying put and enjoying the friendly, spirited community vibe that Chiswick encapsulates.

Visited by throngs, Chiswick hosts the Devnoshire Road Street Party.

Visited by throngs, Chiswick hosts the Devnoshire Road Street Party.

It does, however, feel like a territory on its own, an exclusive club whose members are, for the most part, of a higher socioeconomic grouping. To put it quite simply, it’s posh, trendy safe, pleasant and exceedingly expensive.

Reflecting back, I now see why some of my mates never crossed the great divide and entered into nearby communities like the Acton’s. One neighbour, akin to North Korea and South Korea, Haiti and the Dominican Republic, the US and Mexico, and maybe soon, Great Britain and Scotland, lives a charmed life while the other toils, barely able to keep its head above water.

Unlikely to ever change, the disparity is palpable and omnipresent. But anyone who says life is fair obviously hasn’t spent enough time with his or her downtrodden neighbour.

Invariably a part of human nature and, unfortunately, not being able to change it on my own, I’m going to enjoy this overpriced pastry and tea amidst the congenial atmosphere for which Chiswick high street is renowned.

I’m sure, begrudgingly so, this moral dilemma will be short-lived.


Leave a Reply