Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Portobello Road.
I have no idea what was going on here but they look happy.
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Amused to see tutus no longer tattered. It must be magic.
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