Oh dear oh dear oh dear

It's been quite the year so far... 

Car booty booty

At the bottom of our bed, through the window and down a few floors is a school. Like many such academic establishments, it has a yard. Happen upon it in the week and this playground is ram-jammed with hollering youths throwing balls at each other and screaming. However, at the weekends, this pre-pubescent battleground is replaced by purveyors of fine (or not so fine tat) as part of the Princess May car boot sale.

The lure of the booty is always one hard to avoid and as such, we've purchased many a killer item from it in the time we've resided in such close proximity. Coats, shoes, records, pictures, pots, DVDs - in fact most of the shit that lies in mounds around our gaff is from down there.

While we've mainly been consumers when it comes to the boot, we've also taken it up ourselves to don the other boot and sell our shit. Much of the shit that we've bought from there in the first place. We did it back in March to raise money for charity and decided to do it again, this time to raise dosh for our holibobs. It was no less fun if a little less successful financials wise but that was the vibe. We managed to shift a furry coat for a tenner and saw Alex Kapronos from Franz Ferdinand buy an old turntable but neglect our collection of one pound DVDs. Your loss Alex you old duffer!

That gourmet shit right there

Dude in cape = the car boot clown

Our neatly arranged wares

An older couple attempting to give each other a backy at seven in the am... 

Grace

One man's shite is another man's unicorn

If you have a peak out our bedroom window (if you can get to it through the mounds of unwashed undies - my unwashed undies), then you'll get an eyeful of the Princess May school's playground in Dalston. During the week it's highly likely the screams and shouts of the kids will wake you from your hangover. However, at the weekend, it's the rumbling of the car boot shaking itself to life which provides the soundtrack to flayling about looking for a glass of water and the ibuprofen.

The car boot has been a constant since we've lived here. Most of the better items in our flat, including clothes, shoes and posh pots, have the origins in the cast offs of other people. Many of the shit DVDs were picked up from an old dude with a 4x4. I even bumped into a good mate from another part of the country who I hadn't seen for nearly ten years in the car boot. It's a right special place so the notion of having our own pitch to raise some charity dosh was one we took to with thick dollops of wild gusto.

In keeping with the other constant since being here, we went for one bev at nearby boozer the Marquis of Lansdowne the night before and ended up having a total skinful with some strangers. It meant only five hours kip until we had to drag ourselves up and into the queue for the booty sale. But no matter. The endeavour still turned out to be life affirming in the extreme. It just so happens that certain people really want other people's shite. We sold millions of CDs, plenty of clothes, books galore, organic coat hangers, and bits of tat that no one in their right mind could use but still couldn't resist. Hotel slippers at the competitive price of 20p. A ring - for you mate 20p. Our arguably wayward way with a haggle almost lead us to flogging a piece of jade possibly worth £100 for a couple of quid but other than that it was a triumph. We made a whole load of dosh, plus the burgers are to die for. What are you waiting for? Get yourself a pitch!

Early doors mateee

Hello you

Selling hard

Lucky Chip - you shouldn't have...

Burgers - every fucker in London, and I mean EVERY FUCKER, claims to offer the thickest, most mouth wateringly meaty treat you could ever stick in your gob. It's quite literally a meat market down in the capital - and if you don't consume the best burger ever before you snuff it, you haven't ever lived. Your meat needs to be the recipient of a corn-fed organic reach-around. If it ain't, then WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? I MEAN REALLY? WHO ARE YOU? 

Good job that despite all the woolly meat chat, the proof of the pudding is in the actual eating - and comments from Jules in Pulp Fiction seem pertinent - "Uuummmm, this is a tasty burger". Lucky Chip is such a purveyor of amazing meaty burgers - and lo, despite being sceptical of anything so 'nice', it really is a full on, no holds barred meat injection. You should do it. The Sebright Arms in Hackney is currently housing them at the minute - get 'em while they're hot... 

We used to take our tops off all the time

It was Chinchilla Price's b-day this time last week - and to celebrate we went and ate a delicious burger. The cow which was turned into the glorious thing you see above was fed beer and given massages before being mercilessly butchered. As ways of passing on, it sounds allreet...



Non(census)



The cock



Perfection



Droopy

Aggressive meat eating packs a punch

Turns out the quarter pounder cheese burgers from Macdonald's are pretty fresh. Especially when you eat them on the tube after nearly taking out an old lady with your bag due to being half-cut. If I could do a Cher and turn back time, I'd apologise to her. Not Cher. This woman. But I'd probably also go back a little further and have another burger. Caveman behaviours going on...

Extensive gluttony

Food has been high on the agenda of late - It's basically a munchie ting. I've been sampling a weird array of culinary 'delights' ranging from burgers to iced coffees. That's right. Get me and my extravagant palette. It's off the hook ain't it?

One of the highlights was having a little bbq on our small balcony. It rained on the burgers and went dark as we didn't get round to lighting the fucker until 8pm. One member of our small two man party was also sick - so all in all great success!

Also tried Purdeys for the first time. That's the sort of mood which has been kicking round our way for the past couple of weeks. It's been all go let me tell you...



Burger meets egg - they get along. It's magic.



Fire flex



Fags and bones



Juked



An expensive alcoholic shake



Energy boost sans taurine



Battered sausage business



Mocha frappo babes