A day off, for Eid. Hurrah for the Muslims.
I went west, to buy a sofa. Right across the city - started to get the bends around North Acton.
What is like the other side of town? They like shopping, those West Londoners. The high street is rammed full of shops, I felt like an Communist-era East Berliner allowed into the prosperous West - then just when you think there can't possibly be more, a huge endless shopping mall appears before you and swallows you up.
Failed utterly to buy a sofa - the salesmen were not as aggressive as I'd imagined, they appeared not to realise that their mantra was meant to be 'Always Be Closing'... in fact they seemed startled when I interrupted their conversation with a query, once or twice.
But who cares, because I found this fabulous book in the fabulous Oxfam Book Shop:
Just look at this picture of badgers inside:
(click on it to reveal full glory.)
Also I got the book of the brilliant The Man Who Fell Asleep blog, it's very good, sort of like having a portable blog to dip into now and then. He is funny. I am very, very jealous.
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Mmmm... Badgers.
ooh - fab book xx
Acton - yay!
That one with the flies around its head - is it dead?
(The badger. Not the Muslim or the sofa salesman.)
Mmm Badgers? Yay Acton? You're all freaks.
It's a lovely bookshop RoMo.
Tim, I think they are bees and it's trying to get their honey, but my knowledge of wild life of Britain is poor...
East to West London is a real culture shock. You think the East is becoming gentrified and then you go West and you realise it isn't.
Ah, Glengarry Glen Ross. Amazing.
Yeah, the West is quite poncey, isn't it? All my London based girlfriends of the past few years have lived out West. Nice to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. And certainly not with them...
Realdoc, it's so true. We're really in no danger of becoming gentrified any time soon. People have been saying Hackney is the up-and-coming area for the last 20 years with no sign of change...
Del - ooh, thereby hangs a tale... Glengarry Glen Ross, so glad you got it - the most sweary film ever committed to celluloid.
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