I was just trying to get some breakfast when I was accosted by some very large creatures. Taken in July 2009, near Gillett Square, Dalston.
Everyone in Dalston is Weird.
Why are they?
October 14 2009
Angry lady pelting tricycle-mounted child with what appeared to be miniature Cornish pasties.
Madame Guillotine sent me this picture of her great uncle, Fred Russell. A former editor of the Hackney and Kingsland Gazette, he threw in his job to become a ventriloquist. And a scary one, at that.
10 February 2010
Representatives from am arbitrary African branch of Christianity, outside Dalston Kingsland Station. Lost in their own world, singing their little hearts out to “Morning Has Broken”. At 4pm.
3rd March 2010
Dalston has been rather quiet on the weird front, lately. However, this afternoon, two of our delightful and somewhat overdressed residents more than made up for the lull in entertaining and baffling behaviour by following me around the aisles in the convenience store on the Dalston Junction end of Balls Pond Road, singing in harmony about the Lord.
“…And on the sixth day, God opened an Afro hair salon on Ridley Road in Dalston.”
I though you just like, put icing on top.
15th March 2010
Man in neon green shorts and earmuffs, shouting ‘Selecta!’ at 243 bus, at the Stoke Newington Road end of Kingsland High St.
