In Graham Greene’s 1935 short story, A Little Place Off The Edgware Road, a man – Craven – stalks the streets and picture houses of London’s Bayswater. His name is a double reference; to the cravenness of city life and to Craven Road, one of the area’s narrow, stuccoed streets. He is a marginal figure, inhabiting a liminal world. And so Bayswater remains – determinedly anonymous, transient and wonderful. If ever there was a short-order part of town, it is this.