The Sunny Stockwell Hoover Liberation Front was in action early on Sunday morning.
I left a Dyson that we no longer need outside the flat. It is the cheaper redistribution option compared to the £20 Lambeth Council charge to take it away.
*and before the Lambeth Recycle Police get a little jumpy, it was left inside my property boundary*
The Dyson was liberated in under five minutes.
I cycled on to the lovely lido for some purification of my own.
The water temperature was up to a tepid 13 degrees – the highest so far of the year.
I welcomed the South London sun as I effortlessly [!] entered the waters of Lake Brockwell
Fourteen lengths followed.
I almost came up cropper in the duck shit that is on the side of the deep end exit point.
I had a quick turnaround back in the flat, and then headed off to The Oval once again.
It was Day 3 of the ‘rrey at home to Cambridge MCCU in a pre-season friendly.
Players out-numbered spectators.
A new WiFi network has been installed around the old ground over the winter months. I thought that I would give it a road test.
I clocked an impressive 61megs upstream. This of course might all change when the 20 spectators becomes 20,000.
It is another option for whenever I need to release some schools vids away from the ropey South Lambeth Road connection.
I decided to go for a wander, rather than sit in the cold.
Three hours later and I had missed the afternoon session, taken in an art gallery and entered a Hipster Vintage Sale by mistake.
The old Cricketers boozer was looking a sorry site. Remarkably there are residential units in the top floor, but down below looks trashed.
I know that Surrey have explored the idea of buying it up. It would make for an ACE [whisper it] heritage pub.
The wider picture is the regeneration of the gas holders site behind the boozer. I fear that The Cricketers will become a Tesco Express.
I ended up at Newport Street Gallery.
Bloody LOVE IT here.
A couple of exhibitions were on display. Rachel Howard on the ground floor didn’t do it for me.
John Copeland up above was the bollocks.
I kept on wandering, heading towards the river, and then back down towards Sunny Stockwell.
I stumbled on the Hipster Warehouse Sale by mistake.
It was most odd.
You paid for your plastic bag on the door, and then was given a licence to stuff it full with as much vintage tat that you could carry.
I didn’t get beyond the bag buying stage.
The route came full circle at Larkhall Park.
It has seen better days, but remains popular. I lost count of the number of football games and training sessions taking place.
I refuelled at LIDL, and then had a run of work shifts from 5pm all the way through to 11pm.
New Client Ahoy tomorrow evening!