seven good things revisited

ok, so it's ten months or so late, but the time's come where there actually *are* seven good things, instead of desperately clutching at straws. and in my current mission to make myself like london a whole lot more, they're mostly southerncentricified...


deptford

i went on a freebie guidedwalk thingy in new cross the other week, which was ace - lots and lots of local history, stories of exploding chip shops and secular societies, and other randomness.. it meandered into deptford a wee bit - there was talk of theories of a super-henge in the area, and a standing stone under platform 2 of brockley station... .my favourite bit of it all was st peters church - full on skull and crossbone gates (see enormous pic below), and christopher marlowe buried somewhere in the grounds. looks even better at night :)


apples

who'd have thought that there'd be an abundance of apples down here? well, i guess it's pretty obvious that you'd find them *somewhere*, but i'd never really thought about it.. the lovely people at organic lea have been scrumping and juicing apples from waltham forest. i pottered along t'other week and did a wee bit of picking, including the weeniest apple i've ever seen.

and yes, much crumble was eaten that night.


ginger cat

sadly, big bad bob died this earlier this year. not a good thing in the slightest. but back to the good thing theme, at the moment i'm getting kitteh fixes from Ginger Cat, a mean purring ginger machine who likes to stalk around the back garden, viciously swat at my hands and hijack the sofa. if you see him in the street, he'll make the most amazing 'mwaaooaaah' noises, run in front of you, and roll on his back. photo to follow when he's not camera shy.

spinach and composting

my next door neighbour has a dustbin under the tree in his front garden gathering dust. my wednesday project is (providing he doesn't want it) attacking the bottom with a hacksaw and starting some compost going. i've been living in the same house for nine months now, but spent most of it in a state of denial (well, of REALLY wanting to move, and thinking it might happen soon, and it not happening at all...) and therefore did nothing compostworthy until now.
oh, and planting spinach to see if it works :)

tindersticks playing next month

in a chapel. yes, i'm prepared to sell a kidney to get a ticket....
hopefully an improvement on nick cave in may (one round at the bar was twenty quid, i was stuck at the back behind incredibly tall people, my gig companion doesn't seem to actually like music that much... i walked out after about half an hour. meh.)

but yes, i think i definitely want to go to this. with a different gig companion.

honesty boxes

at the moment i live in east dulwich, which is as far as i can tell is generally inhabited by braying twats and yummy mummies (you're in serious danger of being ploughed down by three wheeled pushchairs and toddling tarquins whenever you leave the house, and the local 'ethical market' sells muesli bowls made by young offenders for a tenner a pop. worthy i'm sure, but i really really really really hate it. i'm not sure whether i emphasised that enough). however, there's always a silver lining - there's a house round the corner from me which seems to always have various flowers/veg plants on the front wall, with a load of envelopes in tupperware. it's normally 50p a plant. so far i has parsley, foxgloves, violas and i'm off this afternoon to see what else is out there :)

getting my arse into gear enough to apply for a housing co-op place

one with gardens and kittehs and about a hundred other people (it's a whole street). and it's not in east dulwich. nuff said & fingers crossed.