Camden
Today I went to Camden. I don’t go very often. I like it there but there is an air of pretentiousness about it. You see people walking around with this ‘Oh my God, I’m shoping in Camden, I’m so out there and cool’ expression on there faces and incorporated into their body language. I want to slap them and send them back to shopping in H & M on Oxford Street. I don’t even know if there is a H & M on Oxford Street, but my the point has been made, I think.
I also don’t really like it when you stop to look at something and the market seller jumps on you trying to force a sale. They do that, then I’m walking off. Except today, when I was looking at a cool Marvel character-themed bag, which I did actually want to buy, and the woman haggled with herself and sold it to me for cheaper (though possible £6 more than it is worth).
There was an underground comic festival going on, put on by London Underground Comics. Usually there’s a stall in Camden every weekend, but they put on something bigger and more fancy this weekend. Was quite cool. I know the guy who runs it, and one of the guys who sells his comics there each week. So I bought a couple of thingies. There was an overbearing guy there, who possibly scared a number of people away. Including me.
Then we got some Chinese food and I had a Nutella and banana crepe. It was tasty…. mmm… yeah it was. We did some pubbing and went to Covent Garden. Did more pubbing. Went to Wimbledon. More pubbing and I went home. Kate has just knocked on my window to go for more pubbing… I’m off!
