Writer Alan Moore looks back on ‘The Street Where I Grew Up’ in Northampton
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“The Boroughs, punched and trodden on but once all of Northampton, had Saint Andrew’s Road bounding its westernmost extremity, so on clear afternoons the sun dropped like a red-hot shilling down behind corroding railway yards, into the jukebox slot of a forthcoming night.
Sometimes it forced a ray through the street window; through the tiny stained-glass panel in the wall dividing front room from pellucid living room; finally smashed as eggs of topaz, jade or garnet light against the dusty wireless on its high shelf opposite, while we were having tea.
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Hide AdThere were perhaps ten, fifteen houses on the strip of terrace between Scarletwell Street and Spring Lane: red brick that wore a lace mantilla spun from soot, Welsh slate the greying blue of rained-on birds.


Beside each recessed entrance a vestigial iron boot-scrape, unused for the most part and unnoticed, relic of the mud before macadam and Victorian horse-exhaust.
At pavement level, cellar mouths with screens of chicken-wire, removable for anthracite deliveries, then three worn-smooth stone steps ascending to front doors of different colours, ours a peeling rose.
Three up, three down if we include the crowding kitchen at the rear, with its enamelled gas-stove, rough cold-water sink and copper boiler that was a gunmetal drum.
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Hide AdPerfume of washing day and simmering hankies and post-war cuisine, where bath nights saw us folded bare into a three-foot-long zinc tub.
In the back yard, cracked tiles in chequered red and navy jigsawed down into a walled enclosure with an outdoor toilet that had neither cistern nor illumination.
Candlelight sparked ripples in an heirloom bucket. Old newspapers, shredded, on a nail.
The 19th century homes are absent from a map, dated 1807, that my daughter bought for me, as is Saint Andrew’s Road itself.
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Hide AdInstead, north of the castle ruins, just beyond the dyers’ well, extends a meadow labelled as ‘Elysian Fields’. This is the happy hunting ground of classical antiquity, where fallen heroes navigated their eternities, snuggling closer to the trainyard sunset.
There we were, unknowingly: my family; Fred and Ada Goodman with their irritating dog; a convicted fraudster from four doors down and all the rest – in dirty heaven without even being dead.”
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Known for some of most influential work in history of comics and graphic novels.
Introduced idea of social responsibility into the genre. Masterminded Watchmen, (1985) V for Vendetta (1982 – 1989) Batman and Swamp Thing.
Won the Eagle Award for ‘Watchmen’ and ‘Swamp Thing’.
Northampton has been the backdrop to two of his novels: Jerusalem (2006) and Voice of The Fire (1996)