The London Trip

So, I thought I'd just post the latest in my exploits...

Since January it feels like I have just been working, working, working... (of course), and so a little recreation and refreshment was needed!

Couple of days ago, met up with some friends in London and did a number of things which livened up the times of about thirty-odd Londoners; and a very happy guy in Camden.

I shall elucidate.

We went to Camden Market and haggled... I'm obviously the expert in haggling because my team came away with two items of wearable clothing for a fiver, reduced from... wait for it... twenty-five pounds!!

Thank you, thank you...

Of course. I will whisper in thine ear, that cheesy guy behind his stall was probably telling us porkies just to make us feel good, I can almost vouch for it that he got those clothes for two quid and made a three pound profit. You can tell by the cheshire grin.

However, it succeeded. It made us feel good.

And vice versa. 

So.

That's what haggling's about!

But I can't recount the triumphs without mentioning the failures. (You have to keep that balance, hm?)

One not-so-expert went up to a guy who was selling sunglasses for £5.

She said, 'Hmm, can't afford £5... not worth it... will you sell for £10?'

Well needless to say that that completely failed.

And SO cruel to the poor chap! His heart probably leapt to hear someone offering to buy his precious plastic sunglasses for double the price displayed! His pulse began to race; his low grey day suddenly rocketed into a golden sky.

And it was left to us to bring him back to earth: we walked hurriedly away...

But anyway. We can't all be genius.

Then, the Londoners...

Well, all I'm saying is, about thirty of them at some time in the day, reached a point where they noticed a peg hanging from their scarf/hood/handbag/coat... and read the epic words 'You've been Pegged... Pass it On!! :D' 

It made their day. Without a doubt.

Imagine the JOY it filled them with to discover that They Had Been Pegged!! By a group of cheerful and happy teenagers with nothing else to do (but they didn't know that).

What I want to know is, how many of them actually passed it on...

Were we caught? Ummm... only once! Over-protective guy with no sense of humour - well actually he did laugh in the end when he realised what it was!

The most hilarious was when a pegger crept up behind a couple who were having their photo taken. His actions have been immortalised forever.

a random photo of a pegger in action...

So, as you can see, my life has been rather interesting of late. These are just some scraps of it. You have heard... now Pass It On!!!....

Exercise - and of COURSE I'm not complaining...

(Lately the weather has been like this. And tomorrow I'm expected to jog in it! It's like running through a fog... It IS running through a fog, actually.)

Exercise? Why not?! It's as popular a topic as any. Very popular in fact, hence the naggings from parents and certain friends I could mention.
I thought I'd write about it since I do it so little. I'm not lazy (of course), its just that exercise is not a subject which fills me with enthusiasm.  Perhaps, mehopes, my blogged musings might inspire me...
Well, I actually went for a little jog to the postbox the other day, which incidentally is just down the street. People who saw me probably assumed I was being chased by a knife-wielding mugger.
Unsurprisingly, nobody offered assistance or even bothered to check if I needed it; there's society today for you!
I reached my destination wheezing like a dying fish and then forced myself to turn homeward immediately; since one of my reprehensible parents had told me that it was only when you were in pain that you were truly exercising. I think that is an unspeakable falsehood. Exercise is defined as 'improving your health' and I cannot believe anything is improving when you're hobbling along in agony. :(
So, I there I went in the style of an old, old lady. As a thought, I hope the old lady watching me from by the bus stop realised my manner was coincidental and a result of my exercise rather than a crude mimic. It's not good.
Well, all I can say is that maybe I should have asked for a treadmill for Christmas. Then at least I would be able to perfect my agonies unseen...
But it's not happening.
Apparently I am to go jogging with a friend tomorrow. A friend whos family win long-distance RACES and who go trotting 8 miles before breakfast. And who apparently is going to make me run 2 miles at least and who I know is going to watch me turn purple and will laugh in my face...
And I KNOW it will be foggy tomorrow...!