Seaside Special: To prolong the hols that bit longer and to share this top bit of marineside verse from the Lord of the Grump and bleak lyricism Philip "there's a 75p fine on this one" Larkin. It's from a mini horde of poems a found the other day. I'll transpose the Auden soonish.
Yes it's Alan " no I won't thank you we've just had our lunch and the beetroots plaguing me something rotten it's does look lovely..." Bennet reading it.
Bad ads #109: Stella-Nonsense So, let's see this is a beer originated in Belgium brewed in Bedford or Luton and owned by a global brand and now identical to a bland american beer (that stole it's name from a Czeck beer) being advertised that it's aluminium cans can be re-cycled into a classic French car that was made out of steel. In short Stella Artois isn't French. Sorry, I know it's small beer (pun intended) it just annoyed me, as you where.
I may be getting too melancholy for my own good but I did enjoy wandering round a closed fair on Blackheath last week taking the odd snap. here's more of them.
“Arrrgh me hearties tis said to lie just off New Cross” A woman dressed as a pirate: skull bandana, black and white check shirt, knee length trousers and sandals walks out of her way to look at patch of newly disturbed earth in the communal gardens unimpressed she wanders off. The search for Captain Kidd’s lost treasure it seems continues.
Hell in a hand cart. It might be because it’s the holiday season though not entirely but you do see an awful lot of people pulling around suitcases on wheels in London. The addition of two tiny wheels has allowed cases to expand to massive sizes. This has ironically destroyed the convenience of wheels as everyone I pass pulling these little handcarts seems to be pained and struggling slowed down by the weight of just one more Primark* vest top or spare pair of trainers.
For instance outside just now a couple were stood 30 feet apart arguing, I think the basic thrust was why can’t he pull her cases as well as his that or “you said it was 5 minutes walk” all this is not helped by the woman’s case having a broken zip and is shedding clothes like the entrails of wounded nylon hippo**.
*Primark seems to be in my spell check how did that happen ? ** well a hippo who has recently feasted on cheap thongs in vivid neon colour ways that is.
Picture credit Neil Crosby check out his cool skul and cross bones rum!
In the Foot steps of Blake: My bus got diverted yesterday and as it got further from where I wanted to be I happened to see some old grave stones. And so happily came across Bun Hill cemetary.
Which to my shame I've never visited, its full of dead famous people.
There's some nonsense about "bunhill" meaning "bone hill" but it's clearly where you go to feed the remains of your lunchtime bun to the pigeons!
It's a lovely space the sort of place that when travel shows presenters bang on about the rich history of some far flung place you want to drag them to and go "look William Blake is buried next to Daniel Defoe, stick that in your incense burner Angkor Wat"!
(Oh and sorry for the grumpy post yesterday I don't think in retrospect the wasp people were laughing at me not sure they even noticed me flailing about but well spilt beer is spilt beer they weren't as bad as the posh tossers in the pub who didn't like test match special.)
Brick Lane: Sat in the sun with my expensive (£3.50) but tiny (330ml) beer. On the next table a middle age couple are rowing he's trapped a wasp in a pint glass and she wants to free it. Eventually he cedes to her and frees the angry striped mite. If this were a story it would have stung one of them, most likely her. This being life it flies at me and almost into my ear. They leave laughing . I'm left listening to "Fools gold" mopping up £1.75 of czech lager.
