I saw a rather large tour group being shown around Brixton. It was quite funny because a number of us stopped to look at them (in disbelief) as they were looking at us (as specimens of the local population).
I took a photo with my shit camera phone.View attachment 15887
That'll be those baseball caps with "SW9" and "SW2" on them I suppose?We're the native Hill Tribes of London you see. Next they'll be buying our tribal headgear
I saw a rather large tour group being shown around Brixton. It was quite funny because a number of us stopped to look at them (in disbelief) as they were looking at us (as specimens of the local population).
That'll be those baseball caps with "SW9" and "SW2" on them I suppose?
Awesome
I had this once in the George SE1. Was having an afternoon summer pint in the courtyard and reading. Suddenly felt eyes on me and looked up to find a dozen Asian tourists pointing cameras at me. It was slightly unsettling but also amusing
That's understandable though as it's a famous pub
I know, it was just a bit spooky to look up to a row of SLRs all pointed at you.
Did you charge them?
No, I mumbled something like 'good afternoon' and then tried to look like I was reading again
They probably thought you were a rare creature indeed. A polite Londoner
Give it a week, you'll probably be posted on photo pages everywhere labelled "polite Londoner"
I hope we'll be able to see that on "Cars! Cops! Chases" Crims!" on TV soon.bloody hell just heard sirens and and big metally crunk. Car chase down the hill just ended with the chased car on the pavement facing up the hill. one guy on the floor being arrested. Don't think anyone hurt.
Yep.
Ah, the one run by a fucking arrogant wanker? I'd never recommend them to anyone now.I've just had my hair cut by Mark McCarthy of the Wonder Stuff. He's working at the hairdresser/tattooist next to Franco Manca.
I've just had my hair cut by Mark McCarthy of the Wonder Stuff. He's working at the hairdresser/tattooist next to Franco Manca.
I don't need to be a regular patron to be in a position to advise my friends to avoid a business run by an arrogant arse with an attitude problem.You're not really qualified to be recommending hairdressers though.