Iz a bit of a strange affair, the Hackney Town 'village' fete. There is actually a fairly decent patch of grass besides St Johns church to house the event but the surrounding inner city decay can't be help but seep inside, tainting what would be an otherwise wholesome Merchant Ivory production and making it all a little more Mike Leigh - no not even that, more Jean-Pierre Jeunet... like a rabbit with mxyomatosis. There's nothing so obvious as swarthy looking men selling suspiciously human £1 hotdogs (you'd have to pop over to neighbouring Ridley Road market for such indulgences) but you do have the likes of WI stalwarts with their 50p jars of 'acute' lime marmalade alongside 'reformed' smack addicts selling knock down bric-a-brac (I bought some rather nice wooden dairy cow book-ends from the latter - do contact me if you've been missing them since the break-in)... In short, I feel completely in my element. So much so, infact, that I've been thinking about putting up a stall there. This is something that Dominator Poo and myself have been talking about for the last two years - the small detail that we haven't has nothing to do with any niggling doubt on my part, it's just that I'm a lazy arse. So that's what the photo is - our stall...
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