If
you look you’ll see them a lot – pineapples in London. On roofs, on arches,
used as stoppers on gates and railings once you begin to look you’ll notice
them nearly everywhere you go in the capital.
Pineapples arrived in London in the 17C
and were of course then highly exotic. A luxury that for some time to come
could cost thousands, often auctioned. Even when glassmaking proved sufficient
for real greenhouses the cost of such glass and the room for such an
undertaking kept them as a rare and exotic luxury.
The pineapple then became a symbol, and
one of welcome. I like that. That
architecture had such meaning, these not-hidden or secret symbols that remain
today and almost entirely unseen. But next time you walk the streets of London
keep your eye out. Trust me, they’re everywhere.
Just don’t assume that everyone knows it
or adheres to it. Especially dance studios.
In
the 1950s the pineapples were a meeting point for the merrimen. Boisterous, young
(and doubtless spoilt) gadflys who would mug passers-by, stealing nothing but
forcing upon people out after dark crude clown make-up if they possessed a sour
face or a winkled look.
The habit died out right about the time
working class boys, less given to taking such humiliation, were becoming teds.
You have to suppose that a sack (however well wielded) was no match for a
bicycle chain.
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