Weekend End
Jun. 6th, 2010 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
millionreasonsWe were gonna do something exciting this weekend like go to a forest (hey, I'm easily excited) but Dave was suffering from cetirizine overdose and me from PMT-related stress or stress-related PMT, or both, which led me to believe I had glandular fever, rather than just a headache and a sore throat so we ended up staying local, wandering down to London Fields to visit the rival-to-my-work Broadway Market (I realised that to rebel at work all I have to do is take in a pot noodle in a Tesco bag) and sit in Lock 7 with coffee and cake. On the way back, we bumped into Allan and Lisa and I proudly showed them the free things I'd acquired from the mini Hackney festival taking place in the park (part of the recouping my council tax scheme) - some Hackney compost (traces of body parts and crack an added bonus), a roll of compostable bags, and some mugs from the give and take stall (anyone who wants a Hale and Pace biography or Soldier, Soldier on VHS is advised to go to the next one).
Sunday, we ventured to Regents Park to go to Camden Green Fair. On the bus, we devised a Green Fair bingo. Healing tent (check), vegeburger stall (check), Dr Bike (nope), Camden council stand with free teatowels (check), hemp clothing stall (check), facepainting (check and check), drum workshop (yep) and a jerk chicken and corn on the cob Caribbean BBQ. Weirdly, there were also very un-eco things like sweet stalls and a burger van and leaflets for strange looking Scientology-lite cults. Some people in gorilla costumes urged us to drink cider to save the apes. I considered drinking lager to save the dolphins or gin to save the tigers. Dave remarked that I looked afraid when the gorilla-people were nearby - I am frightened of out of work actors accosting me (the funniest ones were in the Custom House a few Open House Weekends ago. Their 18th century garb clashed with the 21st century computers).
A woman from the North London Mosque gave me some literature about women in Islam and invited me to the mosque open day. I really need to get me a "I'm an atheist, leave me alone" t-shirt. I also bought some London honey, some raw chocolate ice cream, and two tickets for the tombola which garnered me two (2!) prizes - some Co-op chocolate and a chick-lit book which I donated to the Books For Free stall which looked a bit like a library 10p sale after a give and take day. We passed Finsbury Park which was stuffed full of plaid shirts and angry fringes for the free Rage Against the Machine gig, and now, 6 hours later, with the doors and windows shut, I can hear Killing In The Name Of. I curse all you people who bought it.
Sunday, we ventured to Regents Park to go to Camden Green Fair. On the bus, we devised a Green Fair bingo. Healing tent (check), vegeburger stall (check), Dr Bike (nope), Camden council stand with free teatowels (check), hemp clothing stall (check), facepainting (check and check), drum workshop (yep) and a jerk chicken and corn on the cob Caribbean BBQ. Weirdly, there were also very un-eco things like sweet stalls and a burger van and leaflets for strange looking Scientology-lite cults. Some people in gorilla costumes urged us to drink cider to save the apes. I considered drinking lager to save the dolphins or gin to save the tigers. Dave remarked that I looked afraid when the gorilla-people were nearby - I am frightened of out of work actors accosting me (the funniest ones were in the Custom House a few Open House Weekends ago. Their 18th century garb clashed with the 21st century computers).
A woman from the North London Mosque gave me some literature about women in Islam and invited me to the mosque open day. I really need to get me a "I'm an atheist, leave me alone" t-shirt. I also bought some London honey, some raw chocolate ice cream, and two tickets for the tombola which garnered me two (2!) prizes - some Co-op chocolate and a chick-lit book which I donated to the Books For Free stall which looked a bit like a library 10p sale after a give and take day. We passed Finsbury Park which was stuffed full of plaid shirts and angry fringes for the free Rage Against the Machine gig, and now, 6 hours later, with the doors and windows shut, I can hear Killing In The Name Of. I curse all you people who bought it.
