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Brixton news, rumours and general chat - October 2012

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Isn't that Mighty Wanderer?
Don't know, I've only bought incense off him once (it was a bit strong for indoor use) and exchanged a few words with him over the years, we're not on first name/nickname terms. Nice enough bloke though. AFAIK real Rasta, not the plastic variety.
 
I thought* he sold weed. Never asked, mind, but the smell of incense to cover the smell of weed is a defining university memory

*ok, assumed

Maybe he just has some skunk in his pocket. People who smoke it don't realise how strong it smells to people who don't happen to have it on them. You can tell straightaway when someone walks past you on the bus that they've been smoking it or are carrying. They seem to be oblivious the whole bus knows (or they don't care) :D
 
I thought* he sold weed. Never asked, mind, but the smell of incense to cover the smell of weed is a defining university memory

*ok, assumed

Nah :D Incense and leaflet based propaganda. There was a guy years back who used to sell "cook books" as a cover for that. My other half actually asked to buy a cook book off him once and he was confused as fuck. He sold it to us mind and it has some great Caribbean recipes in it :D
 
Yes, I thought I'd steer clear ofmentioning that in case I got accused of being an Islamophobe :D
*shrug* being non Christian and having a hunch about which mosque (one of the stricter ones) they're from... ;) FWIW I'd have just as much of a problem with Hare Krishnas, evangelical Christians or Christian fundamentalists leafletting like that. At best, they're taking up space in a busy area.
 
TBF he often is committing a crime - ranting about homosexuality.
I have a lino cut of him on my wall entitled "The Worst is Yet to Come".
I've never heard him doing that, but he's certainly one of the 'fire & brimstone, all evil will rain down on you' etc sort of preacher. He used to be a bouncer in the Hobgoblin about 8-10 years ago and was actually a really quiet and unassuming guy.
:D @ your lino cut!
 
*shrug* being non Christian and having a hunch about which mosque (one of the stricter ones) they're from... ;) FWIW I'd have just as much of a problem with Hare Krishnas, evangelical Christians or Christian fundamentalists leafletting like that. At best, they're taking up space in a busy area.

Same as, and not forgetting any with loudspeakers
 
Is there any documented policy or statement from Lambeth about moving the incense sellers, preachers and laminated poster purveyors?

It's a long time since I have had copy of the Socialist Worker thrust under my nose though.
 
Back in the days when I used to go to work on the other side of the river I made a point of coming home through Brixton rather than the marginally closer Clapham North, for the sheer joy of coming up those stairs back into the lunatic reality of Brixton from the po-faced suitiverse where I had been mortgaging my soul to the man for the week. Incense, socks, and surely the widest choice of dogmas (including different shades of Christian, Islamic, Rasta and Socialist) on the planet.
And, of course, weed and academy tickets.
 
Back in the days when I used to go to work on the other side of the river I made a point of coming home through Brixton rather than the marginally closer Clapham North, for the sheer joy of coming up those stairs back into the lunatic reality of Brixton from the po-faced suitiverse where I had been mortgaging my soul to the man for the week. Incense, socks, and surely the widest choice of dogmas (including different shades of Christian, Islamic, Rasta and Socialist) on the planet.
And, of course, weed and academy tickets.

:D

I find hearing the sirens the most comforting thing on exiting the tube after being abroad and hearing none :oops:
 
Oh, Pizza Hotline! I thought you meant Pizza Ring :oops:

Pizza Hotline is the one in Herne Hill yeah? On the corner of Dulwich Road/entrance to Brockwell Park near the rail bridge? If so, yeah we used to use them when we lived in Railton Road but that years ago now, no idea if it's still the same people. They used to be good though.
They're still good, I often use them
 
Back in the days when I used to go to work on the other side of the river I made a point of coming home through Brixton rather than the marginally closer Clapham North, for the sheer joy of coming up those stairs back into the lunatic reality of Brixton from the po-faced suitiverse where I had been mortgaging my soul to the man for the week. Incense, socks, and surely the widest choice of dogmas (including different shades of Christian, Islamic, Rasta and Socialist) on the planet.
And, of course, weed and academy tickets.

Like ascending into a Hieronymus Bosch painting.
 
Back in the days when I used to go to work on the other side of the river I made a point of coming home through Brixton rather than the marginally closer Clapham North, for the sheer joy of coming up those stairs back into the lunatic reality of Brixton from the po-faced suitiverse where I had been mortgaging my soul to the man for the week. Incense, socks, and surely the widest choice of dogmas (including different shades of Christian, Islamic, Rasta and Socialist) on the planet.
And, of course, weed and academy tickets.

:D

When I try to explain the allure of Brixton - at least to people who know their PA systems - I tell them about stumbling across a Funktion One rig playing out on Coldharbour Lane. No special occasion, no carnival or festival. It was just *sunny*.

And that's not some lost "it was better in the old days" decade either. That was, IIRC, last year. :)
 
I sent a parcel at the Nisa PO this afternoon. Almost no queue, and the lady at the counter was super-slick and charming as usual. If they had three of her at the main post office the queue would be shredded. Onket, I find it hard to believe you have grounds for criticising her. I agree that her sidekicks are bloody useless - maybe you could find out her shift patterns?

Yes, she is very good. She still won't type in the destination address for the prof of postage, though. :(
 
Back in the days when I used to go to work on the other side of the river I made a point of coming home through Brixton rather than the marginally closer Clapham North, for the sheer joy of coming up those stairs back into the lunatic reality of Brixton from the po-faced suitiverse where I had been mortgaging my soul to the man for the week. Incense, socks, and surely the widest choice of dogmas (including different shades of Christian, Islamic, Rasta and Socialist) on the planet.
And, of course, weed and academy tickets.

I do feel I have to warn virgins that it's a bit full on and arrange to meet outside bodyshop to spare them having to hang about outside. It can be quite overwhelming.

Conversely an old landlady on Ferndale road, near the DoE told me of a neighbour who claimed to friends she lived in Clapham and would make them go to CN and walk from there to hers so they would not suspect.
 
I saw someone outside last night, and said 'oh, when are you opening?' He looked me up and down and went back inside.

So that's me told then....

I also got looked up and down when I asked exactly the same question several weeks ago. Hardly welcoming. He did tell me they were open the next day, though.
 
Maybe restaurant is going to be a cover for a secret nightclub like the place that was at the Telegraph. :hmm:
 
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