
We were out and about at a (slightly strange) loosely blog-based comedy gig last night as part of the London Word Festival. Monday night's gig was a welcome relief from The Deadline but there were times last night when I felt my time would have been better spent at the pooter getting some more ticks on the list. The feeling has grown today as I've been a totally pooped waste of space at a stage in the project when I absolutely cannot afford waste of space days!
Still, it wasn't all bad. The gig (blogged here and here) had some high points, we had a slap up supper at one of my favourites, the Story Deli, on the way and Hawksmoors Christ Church at Spitalfields was looking particularly handsome on the way home (unlike me, Ginger remembered his camera!).
There were strange goings on afoot as Brick Lane was closed by the police so we had to walk the long way home. We passed an old-school streetwalker on Commercial Road, a pretty girl complete with thigh-high boots, sussies and suspenders; a sight so unusual in these parts that I thought at first that she was attempting an ironic post-modern statement (along with every second pretty young thing in Shoreditch). Alas not.
Never a dull moment round here, I tell you.
Photo by Matt Perdeaux