Two years before he punched a farmer who nailed him with an egg, John ‘Two-Jabs’ Prescott unveiled the extension of the Docklands Light Railway to include Lewisham. As a resident, I’m likely biased, but even the DLR knows it’s a special place – with its automated announcements referring to it as The Lewisham.
But it’s not just me who will happily bang on about living there; everybody’s wanted a piece of it over the centuries. King Alfred liked it enough to make himself Lord of its Manor, at a time when the Vikings were demonstrably annoyed to discover that we’d given up worshipping trees. Even Kent insisted Lewisham was theirs until 1889.
