Despite wanting to do nothing except sleep yesterday I eventually hauled myself away from the sofa and up to Southbank, where Sam rewarded me with brekkie at Giraffe (spoilt? Moi?). Burritos may not be traditional but at 2pm it seemed fitting…
The Thames Festival was in full swing so we sat on a giant faux-grass sofa outside the national Theatre and watched a man called Gareth do some juggling, audience abusing and general entertainment. It was actually pretty good and it was lovely to see so many people from different walks of life out enjoying the sunshine wandering about and generally being in a good mood.
After meeting up with some friends we wandered about see statues and art-y bits, such as this sign, which says 'we wanted to be the sky' and catching a mad Korean area, with K-Pop stands (karaoke to you and I) and a slightly confusing stage play going on, involving a lot of screeching. In my sleep walking state it was a little surreal.
There was to be a parade later in the day and when we ducked down the backstreets to avoid shuffling along in the crowds we saw them all prepping for it, getting the costumes and puppets sorted out.
These clogs are surely the ultimate in uncomfortable foot wear – the poor guy was being literally strapped into them. He didn’t seem to mind though and did a quick jig to test them out when they were secured.
We wandered off home and saw this cool building where co-ordinated offices of post-it note users had created cool space invaders.
I also really like that around London Bridge/ Southwark there are so many signs on the streets such as these handy man hole covers…although if I were workmen tasked with looking at theses I don’t think I’d be able to resist returning them to the holes the wrong way round ‘by accident’.
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