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Strictly drugs and fighting

It’s going to be a busy week, featuring as it does free BBC-related comedy at the Hammersmith Apollo, curry in Twickenham, Jet at Brixton Academy, and Gomez at the Hammersmith Apollo (in that order), and since I’m not sure I can manage to write properly about the weekend today, I suppose you’ll have to make do with just some small snippets of blogworthy stuff. I’ll let you fill in the gaps.

– If this was a proper blog, I’d probably start with the bizarre selection of art I saw being sold outside Green Park tube yesterday afternoon, where an entire stall contained only drawings of dogs. That wouldn’t be odd in itself, were it not for the fact that there was one drawing that wasn’t a dog in amongst all the others, and that one showed George Bush dressed as Osama Bin Laden. Why?

– Oh, and I’d definitely mention the strange preacher man who got on the packed tube I later caught out of there: he got on by the doors, and started reading some Bible verses, but because it was quite busy on the train I couldn’t actually see him, so it created the utterly bizarre impression that there was just this disembodied voice preaching to the train. I can only assume he left the train at the next station because it stopped after that. Maybe he was the smallest man ever. I don’t know.

– I’d also probably talk about the excellent Natural History Museum, where we spent an entertaining couple of hours on Saturday, looking at dinosaurs and big stuffed animals.

– And I don’t think I forget to mention that The Barnsbury (everyone’s favourite rudest pub) is now the second search result in Google for the single word query, “rudest” (see).

– And I’d mention our Sunday afternoon barbeque in a park in Fulham, which we had to stop when the park wardens drove up to tell us off (apparently they’d had a complaint about a “big barbeque”, so maybe the smallest man ever actually lives in Fulham, given that it was one of those tiny disposable ones). Actually the park warden people were quite nice about it, and they let us finish up our sausages first (they just had to be seen to be doing their job, they said), but we did think it was pretty funny that we’d earlier witnessed a man with a big knife angrily threatening another chap on the other side of the park (although the situation was diffused without anything serious happening). As someone said later “obviously it’s strictly drugs and fighting in this park”. Luckily there wasn’t a “no cricket” ban as well, so we were able to have a passable attempt at exercise before the sun finally dropped behind the trees and we beat a hasty retreat.

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