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Crystal Palace restaurants

Posted: November 20, 2011 in Crystal Palace, food, london

Crystal Palace restaurants, from the top of my head, specialise in 16 different types of cuisines. These are:

  1. chinese
  2. thai
  3. brazilian
  4. portugese
  5. spanish
  6. indian
  7. mexican
  8. italian
  9. caribbean
  10. vietnamese
  11. japanese
  12. nepalese
  13. venezuelan
  14. french
  15. french/algerian
  16. gastropub (british)

I’ve eaten 10 of the 16. Must try harder!


The last time I posted to this blog was just under a year ago. I was living in Clapham South then. Now I live in Crystal Palace, which, having known nowt about it beforehand, is great for a number of reasons.

Now that I’m a home-owner (minus the mortgage) I feel more inclined to invest my time in my local community, connecting with people and generally making it a better place to live. One of the first opportunities I’ve come across is helping out in a very small way with the Crystal Palace Overground Festival.

Crystal Palace Festival logoThe main day of the festival is on Saturday 13th August and I urge you to come down for a fun day. They’ll be live music, DJs, films, vintage shopping, poetry, kids activities, crafts, dance, arts workshop, antiques, food (I’m looking forward to the Venezuelan offering) and more. Check out the website for more details and I hope to see you there.

Clapham Common festival

Posted: July 25, 2010 in london, music

Lots of free ice cream, helter skelter, air guitar experts, toe wrestling stage and some middle of the road rock made for a good Sunday at Clapham Common.

The pics were taken on my phone with a toy camera effect applied.

Over the past 6 months Claire and I have endured a varying number of annoying pigeons. At first there were 3 or 4 pigeons, all cooing for attention. I stuck some old CDs on the kitchen and bedroom window sills to stop them from sitting there. This worked. The unforeseen consequence however is they now roost out of sight, on the roof or in the gutter just above our bedroom window.

I think the gutter is home to a single pigeon. I can only hear one pigeon in the morning. Other pigeons appear during the day, sitting on our neighbours window sill or roof. During the day it doesn’t bother me. It’s only the 5am wake up call, even on weekends! It gets to Claire more than me though.

I am seriously thinking about getting paid help. A Google search returns a surprising number of results for pest control services around our area:

Rentokil have an entertaining blog post about what not to do when it comes to bird control as demonstrated by films.

Skip to 1 min, 7 secs on the video below. I would quite like to do this right now:

A few quotes from Facebook/Twitter over the past few months:

Claire Smith is not one to stifle creativity but I wish the pigeon trying to imitate a fire alarm at 5.30am would shut the hell up!

Seriously, pigeon. Enough!

today is a good day! pigeon didnt coo til 7am, its payday and there doesn’t seem to be any drilling outside the office!

Another night of 4 hours sleep thanks to the feathered vermin nesting on the rooftop. I may actually wrestle the thing off the roof myself. Now to spend the next 7 hours in an overly warm office with drilling noises and sewer smells wafting the windows. I’m living the dream

i h8 pigeons!

Is it a tad ironic that Claire’s favourite Family Guy episode is the bird one? You can watch a longer version at Metatube.

Oh, I nearly forgot. I took a picture of a pigeon that look liked it had topped itself. It was hanging from a bridge in Battersea. I took pleasure in this and still do. Is that wrong?

Pigeon hangs itself

One Taste Festival 2009 in Balham

Posted: November 12, 2009 in london, music

See us in the audience?

Me and the Smithster, as she calls herself, went to a festival that was new to both of us on Sunday, One Taste Festival. The venue was The Bedford in Balham, a 15 minute walk down the hill from home, a good start. We arrived a couple of hours after the doors opened and received the last 2 of a hundred goodie bags, inside being a couple of CDs, some flyers and party poppers. We wondered around lost for a bit, getting our bearings, found the bar and started to feel at home. One Taste is best described by Amelia’s Magazine. The Smithster knew a friend of a friend of The La De Dahs so went and checked them out in the Globe, one of three rooms setup for live music. They were great and I caught a bit of their version of Creep on my crappy camera.

Whilst the Smithster was getting the beers in, I moved to a better vantage point, position us in the centre of the floor to get perfect stereo, something I always try to do when at gigs. I like my ears to get an equal thumping. Next up were Gabby Young and Other Animals. This was a treat, and at 4pm I thought the festival had reached its peak. However, this quality and enjoyment level lasted for the next 3 hours, with more bands, poets and rappers, and singer-songwriters. We didn’t leave the Globe in search of something better at any point because every single act was that good. And there was literally minutes between each act so no time to get bored and wonder off in another direction. We did miss The Correspondents, the 1 Giant Leap videos, Tim Freke stand-up philosophy,  thing. We did see Kate Tempest (angry), Gideon Conn (this man makes you smile), Laura Dockrill (funny) and Mark Hole (very good album and completely bonkers) amongst others.

Weekend of farty art

Posted: October 25, 2009 in art, london

Yesterday I took a look round the free bit of the Royal Academy of Arts as there was a bloody long queue for the Amish Kapoor exhibition (see his shiny balls in the collage below). After this wondered over to National Portrait gallery, then rested the pins sitting on a pew in St. Martins in the Field, listening to an orchestra and choir rehearse a couple of numbers.

Walked over to Battersea Park to check out the Affordable Art Fair. Saw loads of amazing art but no affordable art. These people live on a different planet. I guess Chelsea is just over the water, where all the rich posh twats live, so the art is affordable to them. Affordable is a relative term. I await the Really Affordable Art Fair, where price tags are £100 or less.

Here’s some of the art I liked:

In the middle of the day when walking around in search of a Sunday roast in a pub, came across a pigeon that had somehow hung itself from a railway bridge. Nasty stuff.