I assume the Hazchem sign will come down once the building has seen the school nurse.
(Haggerston Road, 10.30am)
Everyone in Dalston is Weird.
1st March 2012
The man sitting behind me on the 149 is emitting gutteral grunts, punctuated sporadically by the word, ‘petunia’.
I think we have found Paris’ answer to Dalston. Everyone in Oberkampf is weird :)
Overheard…
“My daughter just got back from a trip to Vietnam, Cambodia and Slough.”
“Do you mean Laos?”
“No, I think it was Slough.”
Pig. In a bag.
Good evening Dalston! I apologise for the disappearing act - your weirdness has been perpetual; I have been a bit rubbish at documenting it. But I just remembered, my lovely friend @borissnore returned from his holiday in sunny Tobago earlier this year, only to walk straight into a man carrying an entire pig’s head in a transparent carrier bag at Dalston Kingsland Station. Of course, it simply wouldn’t do to have a pig’s head mixing with its own entrails, which is why he carried those in a separate bag.
11th August
Man at bus stop opposite Dalston Superstore dancing enthusiastically to the reggae blaring out of the bar. He’s been there for about half an hour now, having far too good a time to get on any of the eight buses that have been past.
I’ve been meaning to post these for ages - these signs can be found on the boarded up (but apparently still open) barber shop on Balls Pond Road. I’m disappointed that one of the signs states that they only give haircuts, not interviews.
(Thanks to all the people who alerted me to these - especially @soulfoodist)
Crossway.
This morning a man on Crossway was singing ‘You put the lime in the coconut’ and doing a little shuffle whilst awaiting his bus, clutching both a lime and a coconut (as yet whole and unmixed). An extremely perplexed-looking elderly lady stroked her beard and glanced down at her small dog with one ear, and a man groomed another man’s beard using a small pot of Vaseline.
Good morning to you, Dalston!
