Gods Own Junkyard: a Walthamstow institution
For the past year or so I’ve been very very lucky to live only a short walk from Gods Own Junkyard (yes, I’m fighting the urge to put in an apostrophe). If you don’t know about it, it’s an amazing place filled to the rafters with nothing but neon. It’s all the work of the Chris Bracey, who has been the go-to person for neon signs for the past few decades, ranging from the stripclub signs of Soho through to just about every neon sign that you’ll see in a film. His work is just amazing, and you can even see it in Selfridges Oxford Street.
I’ve been meaning to put together this blog post for a long time. Sadly I’ve been prompted to post it now as Chris Bracey died last weekend. Of course, I found out on twitter:
I was pleased to hear that his family will be keeping Gods Own Junkyard open and I hope you’re inspired to visit. I’ve taken so many friends there, and no-one has been disappointed. You can even stop and have a drink at the cafe while you’re there. It will definitely brighten up a London winter’s day.