A busy Lake Brockwell at 8am on Saturday morning.
The Macmillan charity swim was taking place, leaving two lanes for the Icicles to cleanse their bodies and minds.
It looked like a fine effort from the charity folk spread out across the rest of the pool. There was plenty of WHOOPING and loud music above water. I swam with my head under for most of my dozen lengths.
The domestics are building up back in the flat. I didn’t have time to hang around post-swim poolside with the Icicles. Saturday morning was spent hacking away at bushes with my chainsaw.
The South Lambeth Road garden has an uncanny ability to attract an awful lot of litter. I am generous in putting it down to a wind tunnel down towards the Stockwell end, rather than litter louts.
Every fortnight I need to clean it up of all of the crap. I rather hoped that local observer Daniel Ruiz Tizon would pass, just so that he would be impressed with my OCD gardening gloves.
Luncheon was spent back in Brixton. I didn’t plan to put in an appearance at the Stand up to Lambeth demo. I believe that this is best carried out at the ballot box.
But I was early ahead of a date with Red Maz of Bal’ham, and so I snapped away in Windrush Square.
I had a brief Buzz catch up with Mike Urban, and then a charming chat with Cllr Heywood. That lady has balls, if you see what I mean.
Red Maz was waiting, and so we lunched away at… Pop bloody Brixton.
Oh dear.
It was pleasant, but it wasn’t really Brixton. We might as well have been enjoying our crepes up in Islington, such was the blandness of the surroundings.
We did a WEIRD Brixton Village walk post-lunch. Red Maz was after a new lampshade. I told her that it was highly unlikely that she would find it in Brixton Village.
We departed mid-afternoon, as the shout went out of:
To Transpontine del Curva!
It was bloody busy down at the Dulwich for Trade Union Day. Burgess Hill Town (I think?) were the visitors.
They played a classic away game, soaking up the home pressure and then hurting the Hamlet on the break.
I snapped away for a Buzz report, and then spent the second half catching up with pals.
It is a totally unrecognisable experience compared to watching Dulwich two decades ago. I am not entirely sure if we have made pink ‘n’ blue progress…
Saturday evening was spent back in Sunny Stockwell on work shifts. I caught the Boy George 70’s essay on the iPlayer. He tells a half decent story.