Wapping-floating corpses, pirates, and Charles Dickens
Right now I'm staying in the London neighborhood of Wapping, which according to a book I was looking at today is named after bloated corpses floating in the Thames. "What a whopper that one was!" I don't think I quite believe it. I also learned about the local pub called Prospect of Whitby, which apparently was a favorite of both pirates and Charles Dickens.
It began with a simple craving for Indian food. Teri recommended a restaurant just down the street. Because of our rather laid back sense of "lunchtime" however, it was already closed for the afternoon by the time we arrived. So we got on the tube. I was wearing an Acid Mothers Temple t-shirt with a large pentagram and 666 written on it as well as New Balance trainers. I don't really know what that has to do with anything. By the time we found an Indian restaurant in Soho which was open, I was experiencing pangs of dissatisfaction in my stomach area. The curry was so-so, but that no longer mattered much. Afterward, we sat on the grass in Soho Square with a coffee and contemplated becoming a chocolate covered raisin assassin.
Sunday night I volunteered at the Spitz, a live music venue in the Shoreditch neighborhood. I got to see David Grubbs, along with an English "folk-tronica" group called Tunng. Offically, I was checking stamps at the door, and getting people to sign up for the Spitz email list, but it was not hard work. Andy, the venue manager, even spotted me a couple of beers.
It began with a simple craving for Indian food. Teri recommended a restaurant just down the street. Because of our rather laid back sense of "lunchtime" however, it was already closed for the afternoon by the time we arrived. So we got on the tube. I was wearing an Acid Mothers Temple t-shirt with a large pentagram and 666 written on it as well as New Balance trainers. I don't really know what that has to do with anything. By the time we found an Indian restaurant in Soho which was open, I was experiencing pangs of dissatisfaction in my stomach area. The curry was so-so, but that no longer mattered much. Afterward, we sat on the grass in Soho Square with a coffee and contemplated becoming a chocolate covered raisin assassin.
Sunday night I volunteered at the Spitz, a live music venue in the Shoreditch neighborhood. I got to see David Grubbs, along with an English "folk-tronica" group called Tunng. Offically, I was checking stamps at the door, and getting people to sign up for the Spitz email list, but it was not hard work. Andy, the venue manager, even spotted me a couple of beers.
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