A Blogger in Black

We’d had a fabulous time as always, seeing new things and creating some happy memories. I caught the bus by the side of the station and headed north to get my Camden fix. I do love the area, busy as it was and had a good mooch around the stall in the Stables market. The Cyberdog store is a stalwart of the Camden ‘scene’ and I decided to take a look. Garish fluorescent garb is hardly my thing and the clientele, along with the ear splitting music was making me feel somewhat ancient and I’d have stuck out like a sore thumb if only leather had glowed in the dark. The Over 18’s section in the basement was a little more interesting though… Heading back across the bridge there were a couple of suitably garbed punks swilling Stella and brandishing hand written notices encouraging tourist to ‘help a punk get drunk’. Such is Camden. I declined the invitation and instead partook of a real ale overlooking the canal. It could, with a certain generosity of spirit, be considered lunchtime. It wa...

At last, the day had arrived and I was craving Patsy time more than ever. Overtime wise the half-term had been reasonable but the weather, numerous traffic issues and frequent diktats from above had made January drag even more than usual. Getting paid early in December didn’t help either! It was a long month in more ways than one. But enough of the whinging – I’m more fortunate than many and was very much looking forward to another week away in my ageing but cosy home from home, up at Crystal Palace for my regular London fix. In December the site was granted another extension, allowing it to stay open for another year and I was swiftly on the phone to book – not wanting to faff about with the Caravan & Motorhome Club’s app. Knowing that I was going to be pushed for time when I arrived I tried to pay the balance through the app, early that morning over a cuppa – but no joy. It would have saved a bit of time at check in but the app kept throwing up an error message. I decided t...