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Saturday 23 July, 2005


Marks out of two?


Here is a picture of the panic and fear struck into the local community Sunny Stockwell following the shooting yesterday.

It took precisely two minutes to restore my faith in the good people of Stockwell. Up and about early on Saturday morning to sort out some pictures of SW8 that had been bought from me by some locals. All non profit of course, with funds going back to the Friends of Larkhall Park.

Life carries on

The temptation was there to have a bit of a run in with Mr Postie who managed to lose a package last week, and despite assurances, didn't phone to let me know that it had now been found. 'Lost packages, assurances,' - puts it all into perspective really; we have more on our minds around here at the moment than packages containing crap pics.

And so I was then off on my travels, cycling around the community and playing Postie myself. I had a cheery smile, a shaved head but no visible tattoos. I could do this for a living.

I've never really stopped to think that there's more to this job than simply slipping things through letterboxes. Not only do you get to engage with local people, you also get an insight into the local architecture as well. Hartington Court is an ex-local authority block down Lansdowne Way with lovely views over Larkhall Park. It's always looked a little unwelcoming to me.

How wrong I was...

Security gates have recently been installed, keeping the open courtyard out of reach of any Tom, Dick or Mohammed. A little local joke for you. We really need to stop taking ourselves so seriously at times like these.

My Postie persona granted me access through the gates. I think I have found my next destination should I ever want to leave onionbagblog HQ. Potted plants are left to grow wildly as they choose, mosaics line some walls and the general 'ambience' (urgh!) was one of serenity. A little different to the scenes outside Stockwell tube 24 hours earlier.

But a building is nothing without its people. I was expecting a quick knock on the door, do the dirty and then onto my next port of call. Instead I was invited inside by a dear old mature lady, given a guided a tour and invited in to expect her balcony views of Sunny Stockwell.

I was then asked to explain why I referred to her as a 'coffin dodger' previously; I think I just about managed to explain that this is a term of affection rather than a medical diagnosis.

A short cycle down Larkhall Lane for my next customer. Phew, life on the road...

Here I was given another Sunny Stockwell Saturday morning welcome, and even some interest in more photographic assignments. Contact details were exchanged, and I now know exactly where to go on a Saturday morning in Stockwell should I fancy a friendly chat with an attractive lady who comes to her front door in nothing but her night frock.

Life carries on, and I love it.

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