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Saturday afternoon, late on, me and Alan drove over to Camden Market, or The Goth Factory as I call it now.
Got parked right beside it, so we could come back and throw stuff in the back if need be.
The need never arose...there was not a single thing in the place I wanted.
Alan was looking for a new hat ('you should not cover up your bonny hair, laddie' I said (not!), but apparently it gets in his face whilst driving).
His failure to find one neatly illustrates the problem with that market...the size/shape of the black wool fedora he tried on at the first place was no good. Every other hat stall had THE EXACT SAME HAT and so he couldn't buy one anywhere.
All the marketers seem to buy their mass produced stock in bulk from the same few, probably Chinese, retailers now.
So if you want something individual, either customise like crazy (me!) or don't shop at Camden.
Later we drove over to the den of a fiend (correct sp) in Walthamstow, where I acted the smart-ass and got absolutely WASTED.
After driving us back later, Alan had to virtually carry me into my flat, but not before I chucked up about 5 Red Bull's over his legs. I giggled and laffed for about an hour after that till he put me to bed, saw to the cats and drove home.
Today I feel very serene and happy, with thoughts of present-day slavery, animal abuse or torture very far distant. I've been getting to the stage where I am seriously thinking of seeing a shrink...an absolute last resort (imagine it...an NHS shrink).
Got parked right beside it, so we could come back and throw stuff in the back if need be.
The need never arose...there was not a single thing in the place I wanted.
Alan was looking for a new hat ('you should not cover up your bonny hair, laddie' I said (not!), but apparently it gets in his face whilst driving).
His failure to find one neatly illustrates the problem with that market...the size/shape of the black wool fedora he tried on at the first place was no good. Every other hat stall had THE EXACT SAME HAT and so he couldn't buy one anywhere.
All the marketers seem to buy their mass produced stock in bulk from the same few, probably Chinese, retailers now.
So if you want something individual, either customise like crazy (me!) or don't shop at Camden.
Later we drove over to the den of a fiend (correct sp) in Walthamstow, where I acted the smart-ass and got absolutely WASTED.
After driving us back later, Alan had to virtually carry me into my flat, but not before I chucked up about 5 Red Bull's over his legs. I giggled and laffed for about an hour after that till he put me to bed, saw to the cats and drove home.
Today I feel very serene and happy, with thoughts of present-day slavery, animal abuse or torture very far distant. I've been getting to the stage where I am seriously thinking of seeing a shrink...an absolute last resort (imagine it...an NHS shrink).
