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.
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.
Angry lady pelting tricycle-mounted child with what appeared to be miniature Cornish pasties.
Bearded man outside AK Butchers, pretending to be blind. Wearing dark glasses and carrying a white cane, when he realised I’d noticed he was staring at women’s bottoms over the top of his shades, he winked at me.
Large, disgruntled-seeming lady weaving through the crowd outside Dalston Kingsland station, pushing a yam in a pram.
Man who tapped me on the forearm and mumbled, ‘evil’.
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.
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.”
Man in neon green shorts and earmuffs, shouting ‘Selecta!’ at 243 bus, at the Stoke Newington Road end of Kingsland High St.
Booty dancing lady at the back of the Irn Bru grocery shop on Kingsland Road, near Dalston Junction.
Drunken man with cane, tap dancing merrily next to the bench opposite Basic Looks.
(spotted by De Nardi)