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Tuesday 22 November, 2005


Timber!So here's a picture of the Christmas tree that almost signaled an end to onionbagblog twelve months ago. You may remember that I went through a bit of navel gazing, wondering why my life was so cyclical and why once a year I take pictures of the Stockwell Christmas tree.

And then blog about it all.

The simple answer is because life would be a little too random if once a year I didn't celebrate a winter festival, watch the ice hockey play-offs in early spring and then in the summer months drink too much cider and skank like a monger at the marvelous Lambeth Show.

Same again next year then.

Now for the annual navel gazing nonsense...

The tree itself this year is... not unlike like the tree standing on the exact same spot twelve months ago. It's yet to lean at an angle of 45 degrees, but give it eight weeks (!) of Yoof, Porto pissheads and the intrusion of various paranoid Lambeth Council knobbers making their way past the tree into the Memorial Gardens to re-write local history, well, then it could be as bent as a local Lambeth councilor (in a corrupt and unfit to govern kind of way of course.)

I took these photographs late on Sunday afternoon after re-re-writing a little bit of local history myself. I mean my mate Dodgy Dave did, obviously.

And now for the annual navel gazing nonsense...

I'm not the empirical type (always been more of an ethnomethodological kinda guy), but if I could combine number crunching with creativity (yeah, right) then it would be a fair bet to speculate that onionbagblog has looked towards things a little more local since the wild weekend shutdown twelve months ago. I just grew bored looking for answers about the wider picture to be honest. It's a big bad world out there and it's taken me over 1000+ posts to conclude that knobber media whores and prickhead politicians jostling with each other for vanity purposes rather than for 'the people' are best left well alone.

Same goes for pop stars (apart from Paul Weller between 1983 - 1989, ESPECIALLY 1985), Premiership footballers (although probably not Stuart Pearce when he use to salute the Forest A Block Boys back in the day), mediocre 'First' Division professional footballers (and their wanky webshite) who have pissed all over the memories of my childhood, people that prefix any mundane same old bollocks baloney with the word 'nu' in an attempt to appear radical, fashion stores selling tank tops, mobile phones that shout at me, software that crashes my machine, 80 year-old bitches with the surname Thatcher that still haven't died yet, crap commercial radio, bollocks radio bloke, men that wear shoes with silly buckles on the front, men (and women) with moustaches, golfers, the rude woman who 'serves' on the kiosk at Nine Elms Sainsburys, 'Dr' Neil Fox, Nicholas Owen (KING KNOBBER!!!!) Ant & Dec, Jeremy Clarkson, John Redwood (Right Honurable my arse), dickheads Dick & Dom and magazine publishers that use the words 'edgy' & 'lifestyle' to sell some same old shit when really it has fuck all to do with my Sunny Stockwell lifestyle.

All I know about is the local, and even then I'm struggling to find any real answers.

It's become a little clearer in recent weeks. I've just finished researching and writing a (soon to be published) online guide to Stockwell for the lovely Stockwell Partnership
people. I've had genuine problems in typing the word Clap'ham WITHOUT an apostrophe.

It's only been through researching this 63 page (!) document that I have truly realised the scope of activities and support that take place in Stockwell. Yes, yes, it's probably the same for most inner city areas; the downtrodden and pissed on need picking up.

But if you were to believe the knobber media whores over those balmy summer months, Stockwell is all about being shot at inside a tube station.

Quick, change that running order Sir Trev - this just in:

A Silver Surfers IT course is held for free at the South Lambeth Road Library on the first Friday of each month. See you there, Mum.

Homeopathic medicine for people who have been a victim of an attack, anyone?

Or how about the Prisoners of Conscience Appeal Fund? (all donations welcome.)

And yes, the school motto for Stockwell Park School really is 'Attitude.'

It all reads rather like the anti-Daily Mail Island, Which I enjoyed researching it.

'No such thing as community?'

Come down to SW8 to see what it's all about. See you around the Christmas tree for the annual Carol singing. If you can't make it then catch up with the obligatory blog post later.

Crap Picture Gallery (click on thumbs to see large image)

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