April 30, 2006

Happy Sunday


I'd been meaning to do this for years. Someone has photographed all of the beautiful derelict pubs in London check this out. I want to squat all of them. Had my eye on The Flying Scud for years.

I love Sundays. Went to New Covent Garden Market. I'd been hearing about this place as a refuge of the strange since Hackney Wick Market closed due to the ready availability of guns and illegal software etc.

I wasn't dissapointed. Its Hackney Wick moved south and west a bit. The first thing I saw was a sign:

NO FIREARMS OR ILLEGAL KNIVES TO BE SOLD ON MARKET STALLS. FALIURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN REFUSAL OF PITCH

or something. Wish I took a camera with.

The whole of Poland was there. There were Polish films, Polish sausage, Polish bread, Polish takeaway, my Polish housemate told me Ryan Air are doing a direct flight to New Covent Garden now.

There were loads of stalls selling mad conspiracy theory dvds. I bought one called "Is Prince Charles the Anti Christ?" I saw another film called "Crack babies" about how to care for a crack baby. I think I'll get it next week. Loads of weird black history films too. I think I might be able to sell my films here. I'd love to put my stuff alongside mad conspiracy theory stuff on a crazy market, all of the vendors seemed interested. Its quite strange to think that all the riff-raff and low lifes of London believe in conspiracy theories. Gives me a perspective on where the Finsbury park mindset was born.

Oh, I also bought a film called "Illuminazi" which my Muslim buddies told me about, "United 93" about Flight 93, "In the name of Osama Bin laden" by Roland Jacquard and a porno hologram which has a woman taking her g string off, bending forward and showing you her pussy as you rock it back and forward. Thats what hologram was invented for no? 2 for 50p.

Then I came home and did a line of K. You can probably tell can't you? Still no dope though but I don't remember why. Happy Sunday!!!

3 comments:

I.:.S.:. said...

It's a mess inside.

That photo brings back memories, hein? Good ones, for me; strolling through the false dawn after a night at N__'s (that was my shortcut), opening the heavy oak door of the QMH building to preternatural silence, no one up but insomniac me.

DAVE BONES said...

I was wondering who N___ was and what the QMH building was for a second. I'm up to speed now.

Anonymous said...

Let's buy one of those old pubs!