Portobello is pretty close to work and I usually get a takeaway from the same place every single day and take it to the park (weather permitting).
I’ve been oscillating between Falafel King and Makan across from it, for lunch for nearly a year now.
(Falafel King – Freshly made falafel as you wait + home-made salad and sauce. It’s the only thing they make and they do it well. Makan)
I eat at one place exclusively for months, a loyal regular, then abruptly switch to its neighbour.
When I go back after a long stint away they always look at me reproachfully and say
“You havent been here for so long!”
“Oh! It hasn’t been that long… has it?
“Yes yes, very long.”
Then I feel like I’ve cheated on them
The park nearby is a hot-bed of drama. There are a steady group of afternoon drunks, both men and women, drinking lager and squabbling loudly. Every now and then a cop strolls by to scold one of them.
Once they had to get rid of a man who was lying face down on the grass with his pants and underwear pulled down below his bum.
So far I’ve resisted the temptation to buy junk I don’t need from the market. I wanted to buy this empty cigar box, but the guy wouldn’t sell it to me because it was full of ‘vintage’ cue tip chalk.
I know. I had never heard of ‘vintage’ cue tip chalk before either. Apparently there is.
He then gave me a 5 minute spiel on the relative worthlessness of the box compared to all the beautiful used ‘vintage’ cue tip chalk from the 40′s and 50′s (or so he told me). I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’d only buy it and end up chucking the cue tips.
So I just didn’t buy it. Let some eager pub landlord with a pool table invest. Maybe he can frame them. Would look pretty nice if he did.
Still looking for a wooden box.