Cake and Mirrors
Oct. 25th, 2010 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
millionreasonsTo the Dalston Lane cafe for breakfast which is a kind of greasy spoon for middle class people ("a greasy spork", quoth my boyfriend), i.e. you can get a full English without the horror of bumping into bum-cleavage showing Sun-reading builders. Indeed there were some LATFH in there talking about how caned they got last night in loud, moustachioed, ironically pullovered accents. Later, we went to the Farmers Market where David was conned into buying some raffle tickets by a precocious child (for the charity Timeline who want to put up a plaque where 160 people were killed by an air raid in Stoke Newington in October 1940). At the time, I mocked him for being a soft touch for precocious children (soft touch, not bad touching) but it seems that being kind leads to cake (I make a mental note). However, I'm not sure where they'll put the plaque, given that the road isn't there anymore and I don't think that cake should commemorate catastrophe (flapjacks, maybe), but I'm just glad it wasn't a meat raffle.
On Sunday, we go to Kensington Gardens to look at the Anish Kappoor mirrors:
One of them, viewed from over the Serpentine looks like a wormhole, about to suck in all of SW1 (although David thinks it's a large magnifying glass, ready to set fire to Hyde Park once the sun is at the right angle). People are more interested in looking at themselves, rather than the clouds).
Then over to Marble Arch to take part in the Second Annual Tanya's Birthday Picnic at Speaker's Corner. A bunch of police suddenly arrive enveloping about 20 morbidly obese Essex men in Asda jeans and white trainers. EDL? I wonder. EDF, Dave says. We move 100 yards away so the picnic isn't spoiled by people wanting it to be 1936 (pity that your generation's Moseley is more interested in porn and cars than fascism, eh boys?). The police are filming them (home videos?) and eventually escort them out of the park (well, they have to help their mates).
I film the sky, it's a thousand times more attractive.
We decamp to a warmer pub for mulled wine and get the 73 from outside of Selfridges where a crack team of elves is assembling the Christmas display. It looks like it's based around shoes and fake turf.
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In other news, I am frustrated that losing blood each month seem to invariably equal filling up with snot. Does one bodily fluid replace the other? It seems rather unfair. Periods are an odd thing, I hate having them, but when I was an early teenager, I was very keen for them, when I was a late teenager, I definitely did not want not to have them, and in ten year's time, I am going to be very upset if I don't have them.
On Sunday, we go to Kensington Gardens to look at the Anish Kappoor mirrors:
One of them, viewed from over the Serpentine looks like a wormhole, about to suck in all of SW1 (although David thinks it's a large magnifying glass, ready to set fire to Hyde Park once the sun is at the right angle). People are more interested in looking at themselves, rather than the clouds).
Then over to Marble Arch to take part in the Second Annual Tanya's Birthday Picnic at Speaker's Corner. A bunch of police suddenly arrive enveloping about 20 morbidly obese Essex men in Asda jeans and white trainers. EDL? I wonder. EDF, Dave says. We move 100 yards away so the picnic isn't spoiled by people wanting it to be 1936 (pity that your generation's Moseley is more interested in porn and cars than fascism, eh boys?). The police are filming them (home videos?) and eventually escort them out of the park (well, they have to help their mates).
I film the sky, it's a thousand times more attractive.
We decamp to a warmer pub for mulled wine and get the 73 from outside of Selfridges where a crack team of elves is assembling the Christmas display. It looks like it's based around shoes and fake turf.
***
In other news, I am frustrated that losing blood each month seem to invariably equal filling up with snot. Does one bodily fluid replace the other? It seems rather unfair. Periods are an odd thing, I hate having them, but when I was an early teenager, I was very keen for them, when I was a late teenager, I definitely did not want not to have them, and in ten year's time, I am going to be very upset if I don't have them.
