Wall to wall supplies for Monsters!
Celebrate!
Vintage Heaven
I can haz cheez
If you want to destroy my sweater
When in London, do as the Londoners do.
Ah the lush green pastures of Green Park. The Queen really knows how to keep a good lawn. Thanks Queenie, much appreciated.
Old Compton Street, Soho, a menagerie of human beings.
This was the view looking down from our flat on Old Compton Street. I loved sticking my head out of the window and just observing the bevy below. The noise was incredible from 12 noon to 4am, non-stop buzz.
Take a load off. Meep meep!
Under the bridge at Camden Markets, who doesn’t love a scooter chair?
A very fishy pedicure.
Wandering through Camden Markets we came across this stall where you can get a fish pedicure. They nibble at the dead skin on your feet (eew). I’ll give just about anything a go once (or twice), but I’m so ticklish, I think I would have kicked the tub across the markets in a fit of giggles, killing all of the poor worker fishies.
Most people go to Brick Lane for a curry. Me? I go for Swedish Meatballs. Yep. With fancy pearl wearing deers.
Bar Italia. Whoever said there wasn’t good coffee in London just wasn’t going to the right places.
Beer to the left, coffee to the right.
Ye Olde English pub on the left, hipster coffee bar on the right. What more does one need?
